Lil Dicky - Beef lyrics

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Lil Dicky - Beef lyrics

[Intro] What's up y'all? It's Dicky, AKA chipotle aioli Uh, basically I just love it when rappers is beefing at one another. It gives you like a chance to kinda act kinda tough, but, nobody really cares about me to the point where they'd ever be beefing at me, so I kinda just made up an arbitrary rapper to come at over a hard beat So [Verse 1] Cause if you really talkin' sh** bruh I suggest you take a sec and recognize ma sh** raw I been texting pictures atcho sister, be ma in-law You know I been spittin' vicious, whatchu fittin' to get at ma dude I been k**in' b**hes, Michael Vick in the booth The US see me, I be Kiffin to you I gotcho b**h up on ma stick she ride it sick Like it was quidditch but nude And I'm the honorary Gryffindor Jew And I don't care about ya b**h, or ya ya, ya riches or ya whips bro Even though you fictional, I'm guessing that you get dough No you don't exist, but I see through you like a window Dicky run this sh** and you'sa cripple f** it though, you dumber than Waka Flocka Be sonnin' you like a father D bomber than Osama plot And smart as Obama Gotcho lil mama in the sauna all up In the male locker room She really good with the D That's my Serge Ibaka boo, ooh Das dat dude, spittin' hot as Rihanna You softer than llamas Do primadonnas faster than Ramadan I'll be honest, getting commas in ma wallet Is nada, ebonically smarter, the kike Been flowin' nice as the Dalai Lama Whaddup bruh I'm goin' stupid cause I'm better This the hottest sh** like I was pooping in a sweater Ain't nobody do you anymore, you a letter You get it write? That was clever Ho' But look [Hook] If you think you on ma level jabroni Than let me educate you, bet you need a fellowship homie Lil Dicky rippin' dat ribbon cause what he spittin' is winning So if you finna be some chicken for dinner Then hollaback up at the kid boy I'm spittin' good up in this b**h ho So if you tryna get at me you better get a Mento, ahhh That's word to ads from the past Ya a** up in a jam if you come at the man Then yon't stand a chance [Verse 2] Das retard flow I been talkin' game on campuses I'm Lee Corso Battle me, he'll be like, "Dude I ran." see Argo Package all up in this dude caboose...free cargo f** it. I'm really talkin' that sh** I'm coming at a muthaf**a that don't even exist But if we under the a**umption that he Someone dat spit it redundant to someone incumbent Then he dumber than bricks, ya dig? Listen to these b**hes making hits and You'll see the horrendousness dat be existing Every minute some kid is diminishing a single Written like a semi-retarded kid in kindergarten Except he harder than me so poor Lil Dicky is Stuck Watching stupid muthaf**ers Make music and caking foolish While Jewish muthaf**as rate movies OkCupid to do a lil f**in' But if it's bout the rap, they on't want it That's why I tell em look [Hook] If you think you on ma level jabroni Than let me educate you, bet you need a fellowship homie Lil Dicky rippin' dat ribbon cause what he spittin' is winning So if you finna be some chicken for dinner Then hollaback up at the kid boy I'm spittin' good up in this b**h ho So if you tryna get at me you better get a Mento, ahhh That's word to ads from the past Ya a** up in a jam if you come at the man Then yon't stand a chance [Outro] Say I didn't k** that dude man Ay you can't blame me for like Wanting to be tough once Uh for those of you wondering Why I'm on the toilet First thing I'll say is mind your business But like second off, it's cause I wanted to hammer home the point that I was like sh**tin' on him Like literally I took it to that level Which, like, I could understand the argument against that It is questionable I, y'know, I might end up regretting this in the long run But, y'know, uh, man, we got some much f**ing mexican coke in this b**h man Man, shout out my connect, taco bar Bringing that sh** in from Mexico like it's nothing That's that good sh** Uh, anyway, So Hard, that's online Peep that, hollaback Stop saying hollaback! I say hollaback way too much for somebody who never says hollaback Uh, the beat cut off so, this is acapella And goodbye