RIP PIN898

RIP PIN898

Ladies and gentleman, in the right corner we have
The guy
The ultimate token
The king of Miami
Twenty Four
Four Twenty
Or 4:20, however you say it, hey

Always fine and always refined
You like how I combine my rhymes
Spoiled kid with Al Pacino delusions, hey
Don't greet me, I don't admire any of you
Welcome to my movie, my name is Tarantino, listen

And good morning, the bread is coming out of the oven
Open the bag for me, I'm going to throw out the rubble
And I'm not surprised, they mention me, I don't mention them
Things turned around, remember: The world is round
So tell him, tell him, that it's no longer playing in Chile

Because they pass you drugs, talking about projectiles
Tell me when your career matures in its finesse
And now get ready, because I already mutilated you
And wanting to come at me is like shooting at Michael in pop
At Elvis in rock, with me on top a bomboclot

With the gift I was born, nobody taught me
If you want I'll buy you a beat and write you a song
And we'll give you five hundred if you mess up and don't respect
And your ego is big, Juliannito, just like your tits
And you went to steal to the USA and the day you come back to Chile
We'll put you in line so you don't even enjoy it
And give thanks to King Savagge for making you dream again
Because in my country you don't play and I revive you because I want to
You've never been a bandit, a money-loving entrepreneur
I like to crush singers and take their skins as I pass by

Welcome to the partyseo
Raise the mic, they're dissing me, tell them I'll see them later
I have fewer years than you, but I'm light years ahead
Start asking for forgiveness, and if not, carry the cross
You've been crying for less than a year and you've been crying for five

I have friends living life, but they're different
You have me as your ringtone, a fan of my rhythm
In Chile it's Mercedes and in the USA it's Lincolns
If this were basketball, this is your fifth foul
I am your pressure and I have you making videos like Rauw

Remember that Muhammad, he never got knocked out
And I, with your athletic state, you can't last a round
The only one who stays, dreaming of being a singer
A thug disorder and lyrics for a comedian
Son, times have changed, nothing is like before

Come on, put on your bib and go change the diapers
Paolo Cochi, human trash, fat Tamagotchi
Tell all the senseis that Master Roshi has arrived
And tell all their babies that I'm the one who makes them crazy
And don't talk about my life or I'll light my R torch

And I'll break you, matatatán, none of you can
After this diss, your fans will be my fans
You hit your ex, but I won't talk about that
Just so you remember that you're not gang anymore
It took you three years to release the diss
If you met me, envy is visible from the outside
You got stuck in the USA, buddy, for real
You're the Chilean who spends his time washing and making dirt
This is the last verse I'll speak about you
First bring me water and I want peanuts to eat
I'm your dad's dad, you damn wretch
If I boost your career, it'll be thanks to me, ah

The cow Sosa, the cow Sosa
Lost her career out of envy
The cow Sosa, the cow Sosa
Lost her career out of envy