Witching Hour
Myzery Lyrics

Ahem we are here today to mourn the loss
We have gathered today to grieve the loss of someone we thought was a badass but turned out to be just a piece of shit.

Of a punk ass motherfucker who thought he was the shit.
The person who died was an arrogant asshat who talked bigger than he could deliver.

Turns out he was the shit a piece of shit.
Instead of being a cool badass, he was actually just a worthless piece of shit who is unworthy of an ounce of respect.

You see this young hooligan wasn't afraid to die
The person who died was never afraid of death.

So he put his life on the line to gain respect in his neighborhood.
He risked his life to look cool and gain respect among the people in his neighborhood.

Well the only respect he gets now
The only respect he's getting now is from the maggots and worms that are feeding on his rotting corpse.

Is from the maggots and worms that are snacking on his dead ass.
Even the lowly creatures that feed on corpses have more respect for him than any living person.

Time for your family to dress up in black
Your family will mourn your death by wearing black.

Time for your coffin to ride in the back
Your coffin will be carried by people as they follow it to the grave.

Time for your enemies to laugh at your death
Your enemies will celebrate your death and dance on your grave.

Time for the vultures to pick at what's left
The vultures will feast on your carcass while your loved ones mourn your death.

Time for your homeboy to find a new clique
Your friends will forget about you and move on to find new cool people to hang out with.

Time for your girlfriend to suck a new dick
Your girlfriend will move on to another person and have sexual relations with them.

Time for your brothers to fight over your car
Your siblings will argue about the ownership of your car after your death.

Time for the world to forget who the fuck you are
The world will eventually forget about you and move on with their lives as if you never existed.

Close your eyes, hold your breath, release the stress
As you face death, relax your muscles, hold your breath, and let go of your stress and worries.

let it out there's nothing left 'cause you're facing death
Release any negative emotions you have because you're about to die.

If you see God, send my blessings if He's up there
If you see God after you die, please send a blessing to me if God exists.

And tell that man how you spent your life here
Tell God how you lived your life on earth and what you accomplished.

Bust around the street, diesel smoke from the heat
You used to wander around the streets where the diesel smoke made the place hot and uncomfortable.

And you're feeling weak, 'cause the lead got you going to sleep
You are feeling faint because a bullet has hit you and you're losing consciousness.

It's getting deep, know your peeps? They gon' fuck your freak
Things are getting intense and your friends will most likely take advantage of your girlfriend.

In between the sheets in they face they drop the leaky leak
Your friends will have sex with your girlfriend in bed with her and cum on her face.

You hear the sirens, think about who was firing
You hear the ambulance sirens and wonder who shot you.

See your partner blurry from the spark of the iron
Your accomplice is barely visible through the gunshot wound's flash blindness.

Holding on to faith, want to survive to retaliate
You are holding on to faith and want to survive so you can seek revenge on the person who put you in this position.

Here comes the Reaper, it's Grim Reaper at your door awaits
The Grim Reaper awaits you and is coming to take you away now.

Can you feel it? Pumping on your inner spirit,
You can feel the Reaper's presence and it's bringing the feeling of intense dread and despair.

Got you screaming out for Mommy Dearest
You're crying out for your mother in terror.

You want to live, keep on twitching, bluff spitting
You want to keep on living, so you twitch and pretend to be alive, even with the reality of death.

Time ticking it's the hour for the witching
It's time for the hour of death as the clock ticks away your final moments.

Bitches are backstabbers, or your inner friend bank grabbers
Women are cheaters, and even your friends will steal from you.

Reaching out just to get fatter
People in your life are only trying to better themselves regardless of who they hurt.

Thoughts of your soon-to-be wife and your phat ride
You're thinking about your soon-departing partner, and the luxury ride you will shortly lose.

She's in the back seat, catching it from the backside
She is in your backseat, having sex with someone else behind your back.

You wish you had some rum, feeling numb
You crave for liquor, as you feel numb all over.

Where the noise at? Losing it, where my boys at?
You're losing your senses, wondering where your friends are at to assist you in your time of need.

Hallucinate seeing caskets, your son a soon to be bastard
You hallucinate visions of coffins and realize that your legacy continues with an unborn child who will carry on without you.

'cause you slipped and got blasted
You got shot and killed because you slipped up and made a fatal mistake.

Your ?? lies in your good times,
Your legacy lies in the memories of the good times you had during your lifetime.

Ambulance 59 minutes later, now you're on a respirator
The ambulance took forever to arrive, and now you're struggling to stay alive on a respirator.

Get on this shit, you're losing consciousness
Get moving quickly because you're about to lose consciousness and die.

Man flashing, in your phat ride crashing
Your life flashes before your eyes, and you recall your luxurious ride crashing down on you.

Unhappy family and it's costing black roses
Your family is unhappy, and this is costing your loved ones expenses, including black roses for your funeral.

Beer on the concrete, bones in your coffin
People are drinking beer and having fun on the side of the road, while you're lying dead in your coffin.

That's all you get, a lost soul on the trip
This is all the reward you'll get, being lost and forgotten in the unknown afterlife.

Times up, clock ticked, hour to be witched
Your time is up, the clock has ticked away your moments, and it's now your hour to be attacked by death.

Time to say fuck it, Nitro is on
It's time to let go of everything and scream 'fuck it' because you're about to die.

Time for your people to clean out your place
After your death, your family and friends will clean out your living space.

Time for you love to go through your tin case
Your partner will go through your stuff and sort out your belongings after your death.

Time for your father to feel a little stress
Your father will feel a little anxious and stressed out after losing you.

Time for you step-dad to give a fuck less
Your step-dad won't feel much compassion for you at all after your death.

Time for the world to keep spinning around
The world will continue to run normally as if you never even existed.

Even with you dead in the ground, motherfucker!
Everyone will move on as if your death had no effect on them whatsoever.