Witching Hour (feat. I.C.P.)

Featuring twiztid Ahem we are 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 hoolagin wasn't afraid to die So he put his life on the line to gain respect in his neighboor hood. Well the only respect he gets now Is from the maggots and worms that are snacking on his dead ass. Life is over, death devour Time has come for witching hour (1st verse- violent j) 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 (2nd verse- twiztid) 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, deisel smoke from the heat And you're feeling 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 firing 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? pumping on your inner spirit, Got you screaming out for mommy dearest You wanna live, keep on twitching, bluff spitting Time ticking it's the hour for the witching (3rd verse- violent j) Time for you to lay dead while everybody stares Time for the revrend to front like he cares Time for your body to rot in your tomb Time for your sister to finally get your room 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 crawling on your face (4th verse- twiztid) Bitches are backstabbers, or your inner friend bank grabbers Reaching out just to get fatter Thoughts of your soon-to-be wife and your phat ride She's in the back seat, catching it from the backside You wish you had some rum, feeling numb Where the noise at? losing it, where my boys at? Hallucinate seeing caskets, your son a soon to be bastard 'Cuz you slipped and got blasted Your?? lies in your good times, Ambulance 59 minutes later, now you're on a respirator Get on this shit, you're losing consciousness Man flashing, in your phat ride crashing Unhappy family and it's costing 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 (5th verse- violent j) 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 you love to go through your tin case Time for your father to feel a little stress Time for you step-dad to give a fuck less Time for the world to keep spinning 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