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Dímelo…
This ain’t a diss track. This a eulogy.
Let’s lay this dog to rest. One bark at a time.

They say the loudest in the room ain’t the realest one talkin’
You barked loud—now watch how the reaper come walkin’
You K-9? Bitch, you more like a poodle with mange
Your whole catalog crusty, outdated, deranged
Still rappin’ ‘bout TECs and corner store sticks
Meanwhile, I’m with execs makin’ billboard hits
You in alleys with ghosts, I’m in suites with the gold
You stuck in ’94, still tryna act bold
That G-funk played out, that lowrider bent
Your cadence got arthritis, your bars got rent
You dropped “Dog Eat Dog” like it was hard as hell
But it sound like an old man just forgot how to spell
You preach violence and fiction, I spit culture and facts
You a Compton cosplay, I’m the Bronx with plaques

You ain’t a killer, you a kennel clown
All bark, no bite, just a burial sound
Bury that bark, silence that pain
Your name held weight—till I snapped that chain

Let’s break it down—lyrical autopsy, surgical bars
We dissectin’ your soul, leave your ego in jars
“Bulletproof Soul”? Nah, you lied on the record
You ain’t bulletproof, you the one that got peppered
Beneath that bark is fear, behind those threats is a mask
You a fake OG, floppin’ in a washed-out casket
You fed me? Nah, I brought the feast to your lawn
Now I’m pissin’ on your grave to the beat of your song
You said my girl DM’d? Bro, you delusional, lame
She said your dick game weak and your pockets got shame
“Compton legend”? Who vouched? I checked receipts
Even OGs in Watts said, “K-9’s obsolete”
Your metaphors cheap, your cadence a chore
I’m fluent in pain, but you? You just lore
You scream war, but I see panic in frame
I’m that polished machete—you’re a rusted chain

Now bow your head, K-9, your bark’s gone cold
This funeral track gon’ never get old
Queens priest at the pulpit, preachin’ your end
Your last breath rhyme… delivered by a friend

Melt this mutt down, turn fur into flame
Ashes to ashes, not even a name
Kairo Malone? That government don’t mean shit
You a walking ghost in a Reebok fit
I spit bilingual like I’m sprayin’ machetes
You spit that fiction like a broke out Chevy
You wanted the smoke? I brought the volcano
Compton boy shook, I turned bark into halo
I’m in Medellín penthouses, sippin’ on rum
You in Motel 6, callin’ Uber for crumbs
Your whole discography’s hospice rap
I’m the future, the flame, the culture, the map
Six-minute clinic, toe-tag included
I nuked your career, now your whole rep diluted
You gave me a platform, and I outshined the light
Now I’m stompin’ your legacy night after night

El funeral del perro, close that door
Tried to bite God, now you bleedin’ on the floor
Street to the pulpit, I rose from the fire
You came with war, but I’m truth in the choir

Queens made me ruthless.
Compton couldn’t cage me.
Now I bury the bark.
Manny Fusion — out.
May the dog rest in pieces.

El Funeral del Perro

Logic's Debut Mixtape "Young, Broke, & Infamous"

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