The Kook of Echo Park TV Girl (Ft. Madison Acid)

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