Witching Hour Lyrics - Insane Clown Posse

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 fuck 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' 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, 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 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