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.



(Chorus x4)

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



[120 over 40 and falling fast...I can't get any vitals, I'm losing him, shit!]



(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



[Quit crying like a bitch, and die like a man, motherfucker!]



(Chorus x4)



(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



[Put 50 more cc's in that IV and start CPR... I'm still not getting anything]



(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



[Looking at my gucci, it's about that time, motherfucker]



(Chorus x4)



(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