[Intro: Ronan]
Yo what's up, it's Ronan, a.k.a. Bad Dick
Shoutout tree gang, shoutout Laryngospasm, shoutout Trash Money
Yo shoutout Mrs. Yen for starting us on this game
Shoutout the bang boys, you know
Yo let's go, let's do this
[Verse 1: Ronan]
I've been cooking up this track for a minute
Middle finger, take a seat and spin it
Pulling up in the fit
Whipping, whipping, whipping
Yeah you better run
Because tree gang is in it
f**, roasted me twice now I'm really mad
Said I gave bad dick, you rap in comic sans
Weaker flow than freshie knees, Gannon tries to smash
When I rap I go ham, Gannon spitting spam
Said you needed a surprise, I said me too man
But I'm just acting funny call me Josh Gad
Best album ever? I think you can use some pointers
Heard you rap at Tucker's and I gotta say I'm disappointed
You look like the type of dude to shave his leg hair off
f** you doing rapping about Sophia Azznara
Go back to drawing pics of James Dean
Maybe James Dean if James Dean sipped lean
I was gonna leave you alone and not meme
I was a closet rapper but it's summer 16
I was trying to be funny on the gram just for show
You didn't get it, how? Nobody know
Playing ball looking like a scare crow
I don't don't play but I never miss the shot though
About to hit you bullseye with the crossbow
Knock you back a couple feet with the Fus Ro
Try and k** me I come back just like Jon Snow
Call you Ramsey Bolton and this is the ba*tard bowl
Mac's my second in command I call him Davos
Rapping so hard I united Westeros
Andy on the court wearing all the Velcro
Strapping up cause you can't tie laces
You're less than a full deck, no aces
What are you doing roasting me, get wasted
Thinking you can rule the game, you just roasted Naismith
Want to be an actor, oh, that is so basic
Trying to be a rap god, all I see is imitations
[Verse 2: Macdaralamore]
Bar flow, y'all know
No Guinness just straight business
This my freestyle
This my meme-style
This my what you mean I steal style?
Hold up, no Yoncé
Just Chauncey, got to get your billups
It's strictly gas, so I guess you can call this that fill up
Don't pop xans, just pop tags
I'm thrift shop, that Macdaralamore
That Mac DeMarco, b**h you know my hounds go bark-o
Don't swim in the water man, they be shark-o
750 on my feet, you can't afford to take a peek
You know these boys, they really sleek
It's that Fetti vision with a vibes movement
Don't slow down, we really cruising
That red Fit, shoutout to Revkin
And my 'Preme fit, looking real matching
Play this track when they be slacking
Only Dickies, real work attire
In the studio, my Carhartt fire
And just like that, West Coast, you know
I'm in and out
[Verse 3: Ronan]
You've gotten along just on your looks
If you roast me again I won't be reaching for books
Shut the f** up I've had enough of it
Choking after prom no air like you're past summit
Said you wouldn't remember call you Pat Summit
We in calc together but you don't know nothing
You're too slow for me because I'm super sonic
If you roast me call me Birdman put respek on it
Your album is sh**
Looks like you've got a snitch
Everyone's asking him about it
He should stream it on twitch
Rap isn't something that turns on like you're flipping a switch
Going back and forth lickety split
Come at me I'll put it in my mouth the full clip
Don't mention me
I heard my name on album
Don't sleep on me
Trying to roast me, do it more openly
Yeah, Ru produced your album jokingly
Andy are you okay
Couldn't help but notice getting roasted on Sunday
I becoming first when you letter like A
Never coming last but I rule it like Zé
You're slow to anger, but quick to react
There's a difference between a girlfriend and a chick that licks your sack
You said that no take backs
Trying to ride on Peter's sk** so you gave him a whole track
What's that I'm wack?
I'm not wack
Look at that
The pot called the kettle black
You think you're better than me
It's time to check the stats