Intro (Mario Garcia)
You call me pickle rick, I call you shrimp di*k
Brad, f*ck you b*tch, thats all I gotta say
pus*yboy
Chorus (Mario Garcia)
Yeah I know this one guy named Brad he take his music so serious its sad (its sad)
Yeah we took your music as a joke (its a joke)
Yeah on that diss track you choked (choked)
Yeah I know this one guy named Brad he take his music so serious its sad (so sad)
Yeah we took your music as a joke
Yeah on that diss track you choked (choke)
Verse 1 (Mario Garcia)
Yeah you got all these guys on your di*k (di*k)
But you ain't know they dont listen to your sh*t (nope)
Tried to warn you bout rapping off beat
Tell Devin to hop off your meat
Yeah Devin your youtube channels sh*t (its really sh*t)
Quit hating you little f*cking b*tch (f*cking b*tch)
Yeah im not gonna put out the name
Cause if i do you'll get all the fame (damn)
Yeah Brad Fool he is a clown ( clown)
Stop wearing that fake bape around
And lets not forget that your gay (so gay)
Yeah you always gotta carry that vape
Yeah you already know Im countin commas (counting commas)
Yo momma she stank like a llama (Like a llama)
Yeah I already know your daddy is a b*tch (damn)
Why is your momma looking like a witch (Wooo)
Chorus (Mario Garcia)
Yeah I know this one guy named Brad he take his music so serious its sad (its sad)
Yeah we took your music as a joke (its a joke)
Yeah on that diss track you choked (choked)
Yeah I know this one guy named Brad he take his music so serious its sad (so sad)
Yeah we took your music as a joke
Yeah on that diss track you choked (choke)
Verse 2 (Dre)
All these n*ggas ain't real, they ain't bout what they rap
If we ever see B.Cool bet that n*gga get smacked
Barely stayed on beat what kind of f*ck sh*t is that
Ill walk off with yo sh*t and you ain't gon get it back damn
All yo songs is wack
You ain't doing numbers you trash
Yo Mom was tryna throw ass
f*ck it she bout to get smashed
Passed her round like a pass
New wave we first never last
Running through sh*t like im dash
B. Cool. burnt out damn he crashed
What is the fuss all about he ain't really ready he running his
Got his girl at my house her head down my pants like she going down south
Now your producer want buzz turn down b. cool now the n*gga want hugs
Feel like D. Rose im the 1 grab B. Cool drown his ass in the tub
Man these n*ggas ain't ready ay
Have his ass looking like freddy ay
I play with guns aim steady ay
Shoot his brains looking like jelly
You dont even really want it have you sitting, thinking crying in the corner
n*gga smoking vape we got a fake stoner after all this beef he gon be a loner lil b*tch
Chorus (Mario Garcia)
Yeah I know this one guy named Brad he take his music so serious its sad (its sad)
Yeah we took your music as a joke (its a joke)
Yeah on that diss track you choked (choked)
Yeah I know this one guy named Brad he take his music so serious its sad (so sad)
Yeah we took your music as a joke
Yeah on that diss track you choked (choke)
Verse 3 (Mario Garcia)
Your flow is messed up like a glitch (Damn)
Dont hit my phone even when I get rich
Why did Dj Savage hit my line last night?
I guess he just got tired of all B. Cools rhymes (damn)
Yeah Brad your a f*cking fool
When this is done you should run out of school
Your career is done yeah thats funny
You missed that layup 8th grade thats real clumsy
When this is over dont get real whiny
Yeah your girl hit my line cause your di*k tiny
Outro (Mario Garcia)
Damn does he really got a small di*k
Woahhh thats weird
Lil di*k Cool yeah