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letra de a diss track for our dead friend - the mc type & pen pointz

[intro]
this is a diss track
for our dead friend

[verse 1]
first off, h-rnito’s is gross
i wouldn’t even raise a shot just to cheers your ghost
you needed more showers than ya took fasho
’cause we could always smell those parliaments that you smoked
and everything’s a joke to you
you never took it serious
when we made music like you’re supposed to do
from the duplos we’d do shows and you’d get wasted
at bunny ranch you got f-cking booed off the stage man
outrageous
think about all of the places
you lived that were sh-t holes for rent evasion
inside a of tent down in that bas-m-nt
when rapper mansion flooded and you couldn’t take it
the way gomez snored when he’d pass out naked
or getting peeping tommed on by d hater
el-p was a step ahead
your beats came later
so you’d quit again and quit again, it drove you crazy

[chorus]
and as the time keeps moving
i keep doing the same old sh-t
you get further away
but yesterday feels like the day you left
i will never regret anything that was said
you left it all on the table
and not in your head
the only thing i gotta say that’s not nice
f-ck you for dying too soon, dice
[verse 2]
well on the bright side
it looks like you ain’t gotta go to arizona again
or waste any more breath yelling, tryna pretend
that you ain’t batsh-t crazy tryna live in the woods
put your tin foil hat on, dice, it looks good
sheesh, you worked like one day a week
you were drunk for the other six, wondering the streets
comically and clean, honest to a t
during christmas, you had used condoms in your tree
that’s a no no
you did look good in a kimono
even let you dj once – coco loco
yelling at the white kids packing the house in foco
truck stop tee with the bolo
holy sh-t, you were one h-lluva rip, man
i must say you will be missed, man
don’t haunt me

[chorus]
and as the time keeps moving
i keep doing the same old sh-t
you get further away
but yesterday feels like the day you left
i will never regret anything that was said
you left it all on the table
and not in your head
the only thing i gotta say that’s not nice
f-ck you for dying too soon, dice
[verse 3]
“greene”, that’s what i would scream
when you were trapped hungover in a fever dream
i didn’t mean those things when i said what i said
when i said something that would make your face turn red
you’d never let sh-t like that get to you
always loyal to your boys, stayed tried and true
chin-chillen what it do what it does
i know you’re up in heaven pouring liquid in cups
never giving a f-ck, you were never afraid
but guess what?
you got me sued by tom waits
that song had me hemmed up huge
i’ll be sending him checks ’til i’m dead like you
look, i know that i was on the road all the time
and didn’t communicate or catch a cold one at times
but you were always such an idol to me
i’ll tell you more about it when the time comes, peace

- the mc type pen pointz

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