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Insane Clown Posse( ICP )
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Witching Hour
Ahem, we are gathered here today to mourn the loss Of a punk ass motherfucker who thought he was the shit Turns out he was the shit, a piece of shit
You see this young hooligan wasn't afraid to die So he put his life on the line to gain respect in his neighborhood Well, the only respect he gets now Is from the maggots and worms that are snackin' on his dead ass
Life is over, death devour, time has come for witchin' hour Life is over, death devour, time has come for witchin' hour Life is over, death devour, time has come for witchin' hour Life is over, death devour, time has come for witchin' hour
Time for your family to dress up in black Time for your coffin to ride in the back Time for your enemies to laugh at your death Time for the vultures to pick at what's left
Time for your homeboy to find a new clique Time for your girlfriend to suck a new dick Time for your brothers to fight over your car Time for the world to forget who the fuck you are
120 over 40 and fallin' fast I can't, I can't get any vitals, I'm losin' him, shit
Close your eyes, hold your breath, release the stress Let it out, there's nothing left 'cuz you're facing death If you see God, send my blessings if He's up there And tell that man how you spent your life here
Bust around the street, diesel smoke from the heat And you're feelin' weak, 'cuz the lead got you going to sleep It's getting deep, know your peeps? They gon' fuck your freak In between the sheets in they face they drop the leaky leak
You hear the sirens, think about who was firin' See your partner blurry from the spark of the iron Holding on to faith, wanna survive to retaliate Here comes the Reaper, it's Grim Reaper at your door awaits
Can you feel it? Pumpin' on your inner spirit Got you screamin' out for Mommy Dearest You wanna live, keep on twitchin', bluff spittin' Time tickin' it's the hour for the witchin'
Quit cryin' like a bitch, and die like a man, motherfucker
Life is over, death devour, time has come for witchin' hour Life is over, death devour, time has come for witchin' hour Life is over, death devour, time has come for witchin' hour Life is over, death devour, time has come for witchin' hour
Time for you to lay dead while everybody stares Time for the Reverend to front like he cares Time for your body to rot in your tomb Time for your sister to finally get your room Find more lyrics at ※ Mojim.com
Time for your picture to fade on the wall Time for your crew to hang out at the mall Time for your boys to beat hoes and kick bass While you sit in the dark, with maggots crawlin' on your face
Put 50 more cc's in that IV and start CPR I'm still not gettin' anything
Bitches are back stabbers, or your inner friend bank grabbers Reaching out just to get fatter Thoughts of your soon-to-be wife and your phat ride Is in the back seat, catchin' it from the backside
You wish you had some rum, feeling numb Where the noise at? Losin' it, where my boys at? Hallucinate, seein' caskets, your son a soon to be bastard 'Cuz you slipped and got blasted
Visualizin' your good times Ambulance 59 minutes later, now you're on a respirator Get on this shit, you're losin' consciousness Your man flashin', in your phat ride crashin'
Unhappy family and it's costin' black roses Beer on the concrete, bones in your coffin That's all you get, a lost soul on the trip Times up, clock ticked, hour to be witched
Lookin' at my Gucci, it's about that time, motherfucker
Life is over, death devour, time has come for witchin' hour Life is over, death devour, time has come for witchin' hour Life is over, death devour, time has come for witchin' hour Life is over, death devour, time has come for witchin' hour
Time to sit and cry about the fact that you're gone Time to say fuck it, Nitro is on Time for your people to clean out your place Time for your love to go through your tin case
Time for your mother to feel a little stress Time for you step-dad to give a fuck less Time for the world to keep spinnin' around Even with you dead in the ground, motherfucker
Time for your family to dress up in black Time for your coffin to ride in the back Time for your enemies to laugh at your death Time for the vultures to pick at what's left
Time for your homeboy to find a new clique Time for your girlfriend to suck a new dick Time for your brothers to fight over your car Time for the world to forget who the fuck you are
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