Witching Hour

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Insane Clown Posse

Insane Clown Posse is an American hip hop duo from Detroit, Michigan. The group is composed of Joseph Bruce and Joseph Utsler, who perform under the respective personas of the "wicked clowns" Violent J and Shaggy 2 Dope. Insane Clown Posse performs a style of hardcore hip hop known as horrorcore and is known for its elaborate live performances. The duo has earned two platinum and five gold albums. According to Nielsen SoundScan, the entire catalog of the group has sold 6.5 million units in the United States and Canada as of April 2007. more »

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1998

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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 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 snacking on his dead ass. 

[Chorus: x] 
Life is over, death devour 
Time has come for witching 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 f*ck you are 

(120 over 40 and falling fast, I can't get any vitals, I'm losing him, shit!)

Close your eyes, hold your breath, release the stress 
let it out there's nothing left 'cause 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 feeling weak, 'cause the lead got you going to sleep 
It's getting deep, know your peeps? They gon' f*ck 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, want to 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 want to 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] 
 
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 
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)

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 
'cause 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] 

Time to sit and cry about the fact that you're gone 
Time to say f*ck 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 f*ck 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 f*ck you are

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