wtf am i writing?
arnox.. ur retarded.
choppin up cheese for your tacos
and don't forget the avocado
those onions make me cry though
And that's the real story isn't it
A thug nigga marcos making tacos
a heaven sent
first off,
imagining that verse in your voice is cringeworthy
im comin off the head with that shit that singe dirty
you comin with that shit that's reminiscent of the herpes
it's common and you just don't have the credentials..
wait i'm fuckin city confidential
-ing this fucking verse with no pad and no pencil
just a laptop liek mashs in his room that
smells like old jizz and willbememorializedsoon
all of mash's gear still
hangin on the wall
his resin still sittin there
rolled into a ball
that nigga's fuckin dead
DXM overdose
typical the doctor said,
the case was open-close
it's been two months since they put him in the ground
his brother came to me
wonderin how
he can get over the pain and the sorrow that he feel
i said sit next to me, no gay shit, just chill
i was talkin to your brother but i said it just to warn those kids
who bored at home w/ bottles fulla that cough medicine
you could win the lotto
you could go home
you could have bravado
you could get dome
but none of those things seem good on DXM,
start to consider that bottle ya only friend,
then you hear politicans arguin in your fridge..
you wake up cold in a modest gown
you been sleepin on the fuckin hardest ground
you hungry so, on the door you start to pound
a big black nigga pins you down...
then you know you won the lotto bro..
i just think you oughta know..
that mash is in a better place.
but still there's sorrow on my face.
