@rach8260

1 year ago

Heyo Brad I know we're usually above this indie-rock beef type shit but Man, I'm so fuckin' sick and tired of these bargain-basement Mac DeMarco-wannabes You know I had to light up at least one of 'em And yeah, 'cause he started it Hey, Netherfriends This one goes out to you, you fucking kook Let me start with my thesis: fuck these lames Who came to LA to take shots at my name But I didn't come to chase fame or get paid I'm a pretty girl, bitch, I just came to make graves If you wanna fight, bitch, that's all right kid You vers' me is ice cream versus ice pick I think you sound like shit Objectively I'll split you up and down right quick Symmetrically Until your blood runs red on Sunset Your body parts strewn all over Figueroa Open up a gastro-pub on El Dorado Serve us every bread with a slice of avocado You can drink cool macchiatos 'til you're jittery I bet you fall asleep with your head up in a guillotine You're so prolific, let's put it to the test I'll see how many records you can make with your dying breath And you're the Kook of Echo Park The Kook of Echo Park The Kook of Echo Park Let's talk straight And cut through the nonsense I make art, you make YouTube content You can smoke weed every day but I'd smoke crack And take a bat to that Panama hat, jack And matter of fact, I might hit you where it hurts Roll up on your boys, spray ketchup on your patterned shirt And put a cease to that thrift-store chic You Macklemore-looking motherfucker You talk shit, I bet you're nice to my face So if you wanna fight name a time and a place How about the lake? Around about brunch? I get the Glock and feed your fucking bones to a duck We don't fuck You should think before you diss-track You wanna record? I treat the gun like a click track On tempo Put the steel to your temple And turn the shot into a snare with your loop pedal And you're the Kook of Echo Park The Kook of Echo Park The Kook of Echo Park So let that be a lesson to all you self-hating hipsters All you trust-fund troubadours out there Hey yeah, you wanna take shots at the flock, I gots the chalk And as for you, Netherfriends, well, I could probably sit here and diss you all day long, but I'd have to Google you just to find out who the fuck you are, first It's like, goddamn my dude Ain't you ever heard of a little something called Quality Control? I mean, how can one guy put out a hundred albums and have them all be terrible? You'd think you'd get lucky every now and again just based on statistics alone, but I dunno, I'mma help you out though I know I can't teach you how to write a good song I know I can't convince you to give up music altogether, but If nothing else, maybe I can convince you To take off that silly-ass fedora It's like, you're not fooling anyone, my dude You have a receding hairline, it's nothing to be ashamed of It's very common for people your age, but You're gonna wanna just fake it, get it over with and lean into the bald thing You'll be better off Peace

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