Ahem we are here today to mourn the loss
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Of a punk ass motherfucker who thought he was the shit.
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Turns out he was the shit a piece of shit.
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You see this young hoolagin wasn't afraid to die
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So he put his life on the line to gain respect in his neighboor hood.
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Well the only respect he gets now
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Is from the maggots and worms that are snacking on his dead ass.
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(Chorus x4)
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Life is over, death devour
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Time has come for witching hour
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(1st Verse- Violent J)
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Time for your family to dress up in black
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Time for your coffin to ride in the back
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Time for your enemies to laugh at your death
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Time for the vultures to pick at what's left
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Time for your homeboy to find a new clique
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Time for your girlfriend to suck a new dick
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Time for your brothers to fight over your car
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Time for the world to forget who the fuck you are
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[120 over 40 and falling fast...I can't get any vitals, I'm losing him, shit!]
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(2nd Verse- myzery)
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Close your eyes, hold your breath, release the stress
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let it out there's nothing left 'cuz you're facing death
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If you see God, send my blessings if He's up there
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And tell that man how you spent your life here
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Bust around the street, deisel smoke from the heat
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And you're feeling weak, 'cuz the lead got you going to sleep
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It's getting deep, know your peeps? They gon' fuck your freak
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In between the sheets in they face they drop the leaky leak
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You hear the sirens, think about who was firing
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See your partner blurry from the spark of the iron
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Holding on to faith, wanna survive to retaliate
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Here comes the Reaper, it's Grim Reaper at your door awaits
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Can you feel it? Pumping on your inner spirit,
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Got you screaming out for Mommy Dearest
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You wanna live, keep on twitching, bluff spitting
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Time ticking it's the hour for the witching
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[Quit crying like a bitch, and die like a man, motherfucker!]
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(Chorus x4)
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(3rd Verse- Violent J)
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Time for you to lay dead while everybody stares
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Time for the Revrend to front like he cares
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Time for your body to rot in your tomb
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Time for your sister to finally get your room
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Time for your picture to fade on the wall
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Time for your crew to hang out at the mall
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Time for your boys to beat hoes and kick bass
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While you sit in the dark, with maggots crawling on your face
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[Put 50 more cc's in that IV and start CPR... I'm still not getting anything]
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(4th Verse- myzery)
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Bitches are backstabbers, or your inner friend bank grabbers
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Reaching out just to get fatter
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Thoughts of your soon-to-be wife and your phat ride
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She's in the back seat, catching it from the backside
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You wish you had some rum, feeling numb
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Where the noise at? Losing it, where my boys at?
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Hallucinate seeing caskets, your son a soon to be bastard
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'Cuz you slipped and got blasted
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Visualizing your good times,
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Ambulance 59 minutes later, now you're on a respirator
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Get on this shit, you're losing consciousness
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Man flashing, in your phat ride crashing
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Unhappy family and it's costing black roses
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Beer on the concrete, blunts in your coffin
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That's all you get, a lost soul on the trip
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Times up, clock ticked, hour to be witched
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[Looking at my gucci, it's about that time, motherfucker]
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(Chorus x4)
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(5th Verse- Violent J)
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Time to sit and cry about the fact that you're gone
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Time to say fuck it, Nitro is on
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Time for your people to clean out your place
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Time for you love to go through your tin case
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Time for your father to feel a little stress
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Time for you step-dad to give a fuck less
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Time for the world to keep spinning around
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Even with you dead in the ground, motherfucker!
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Time for your family to dress up in black
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Time for your coffin to ride in the back
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Time for your enemies to laugh at your death
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Time for the vultures to pick at what's left
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Time for your homeboy to find a new clique
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Time for your girlfriend to suck a new dick
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Time for your brothers to fight over your car
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Time for the world to forget who the fuck you are
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Witching Hour
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ICP (Insane Clown Posse) |