A DISS TRACK FOR OUR DEAD FRIEND

This is a diss track

For our dead friend

First off, Hornito'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 fucking booed off the stage man

Outrageous! Think about all of the places

You lived that were shit holes for rent evasion

Inside a of tent down in that basement

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

And as the time keeps moving I keep doing the same old shit

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

Fuck you for dying too soon Dice

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 batshit 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 shit! You were one helluva rip, man

I must say you will be missed, man

Don't haunt me

And as the time keeps moving I keep doing the same old shit

You get further away but yesterday feels like the day you left