PICKLE

By ChilliChops

Released on August 25, 2024

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Woah woah woah woah woah

Stop

Is that Lyrical Dil I hear?

God

Who's on AUX?

(Me!)

I'm sick of these Lyrical Dil guys

Play that new track I've been working on

Ayo, turn my headphones up


I'm going balls to the wall, ballin all day

You rap so slow, pick up the pace

Its getting old, get out the way

Few more songs, you'll pick up a case


And pick up the phone, it's DigBar calling

He wanna know when he'll stop being copied

Yeah it's a joke, but still it's appalling

You got a flow like Stephen Hawking


You getting beat for free

Like the ones you get off YouTube

What the fuck was Indian Heat?

That shit was actually doodoo


I do not fuck with you fellas, I'll keep it real as hell

If Ye heard Queers in Paris, I think he would kill himself

Feet on the cover, no damn shame

Save all that for your OnlyFans page

Showing All of the Dogs

And some of your lyrics sounding like our pal Drake


It's ironic you make a profit

Begging these kids to fund your project

Don't respond, bitch, my time is precious

Don't wanna waste it dissing a novice


You were begging me to drop this

For some quick clout on your next shit

Even you know that your fans don't give a fuck 'til you getting dissed

Every album called some goofy shit like Pride and Prejudick

Y'all look like the physical embodiment of tetanus


But you ain't nailing shit, you look like you let it crust

You know I'm the boogeyman, sleep on me you getting touched

I'm the hardest in the game, you can't even get it up

All you rap about is sex, now you finally getting fucked


You just rapping gobbledygook

My ears are thinking an apology's due

I kinda feel sorry for you

Cause I'm boutta go mano e mano with you

And you're following suits and I tailored 'em

I rise, you run that's a gradient

Find me one of your fans, I need to study their cranium

My glazers could sell out a stadium


Oh shit

This is the first time your music has sounded good

Damn


IChops, lost my Chill

I'm going in for the kill

I'm tryna say how I feel

You in a pickle, that's dil


You really write it, record it, release it

And then say alright, that's fire

Your rapping is laughable, bro, you on the mike like Myers


What's the matter dawg?

Ain't this what you were asking for?

Don't mess with the bull like it's basketball

Now you get the horns, matador


Don't take it personal, chill out, don't get upset

Go get some weed from your dealer... ooh sorry, touchy subject

Here's some advice, feel free to ignore it

Maybe think twice before you put the f-slur in your chorus

Your song's still boring, are you really better off?

I just hope they pull it up when you're tryna get a job


I admire your commitment to a uniform brand

You spread the same joke over 34 tracks

We don't wanna hear no more raps

So fall back

Yeah


Back yeah

Back yeah

Back back back yeah

Fall back

Fall back yeah

Fall back

Fall back yeah


Ay

This a two parter

New track, I got new problems

Shoot back, I just shoot harder

I do rap I don't do bargains


You mine now, use caution

Pipe down, look who's talkin'

Wipe down when I slide right on that mike now like I'm moonwalking


Features carrying your album must've done their back in

Suck at making music but still got humour like a band kid

Saying Belch on the track?

That's what it sounds like when you're rapping

Your cover art's the only head that you'll ever be bagging


Try bounce back when I hit you with a Lo_Tap, you ain't waking up fool

It's over for you, once I let daddy know what you been up to

You playing Tiger, well I'm the hunter

You and your ghost gone be dead when you say hello to my Buster


My girl's a straight ten

You just fucking with some Grade 10s

Made a song called James Charles

Yeah that makes sense


Even beat you in the gay sense

You ain't even got the same zest

We make gaydars go haywire

Against us, you straight men


Give thanks I'm a free bird

Hit the ground running now my knees hurt

Make a scene, I don't need to rehearse

Beat so hard, I don't need words


Hit and run motherfuckers then I reverse

It's second nature like a knee jerk

You always on that NLE thirst

You gotta prove you can do what you preach first


You gonna hit back with a weak verse

Your shit's wack, I ain't seen worse

Tryna dig round cause you need dirt

Tryna tea bag, you need tea first


You got a persona, everything you spit is fake

It's ok to be gay, but you making it sound straight

Breath smelling like piss, from all that weed bro

At the Diddy party and your asses VIPs yo

“You getting beat for free Like the ones you get off YouTube”
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It’s a well known fact that Lyrical Dil source their beats directly from YouTube, without paying for the beats. ChilliChops crafts a double entendre, claiming he will ‘beat them for free’, just as they ‘get their beats for free’.

“Feet on the cover, no damn shame”
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Referencing the cover of Lyrical Dil’s first album, Chronic Case of Cock, where a member of the group, Belch, flaunts his disgusting foot to the camera.

“Showing All of the Dogs And some of your lyrics sounding like our pal Drake”
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A double entendre:

“All of the Dogs” refers to Belch’s foot, as ‘dog’ is a slang term for foot.

“For All the Dogs” is also the name of one of Drake’s albums. ChilliChops draws on another rap beef to suggest that some of Lyrical Dil’s lyrics are paedophilic in nature. In ‘Not Like Us’, a Kendrick Lamar song from his beef with Drake, Lamar calls Drake a “certified pedophile”, and some of Lyrical Dil’s lyrics, such as “Fucking this dude, he only eight (what?)”, are also similarly paedophilic.

“It’s ironic you make a profit Begging these kids to fund your project”
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Lyrical Dil have been known to ask younger children for donations to fund their music projects. ChilliChops continues his assessment from the previous line, saying it’s ironic that children will fund their songs, considering the paedophilic content of them.

“Oh shit This is the first time your music has sounded good Damn”
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ChilliChops samples Lyrical Dil’s song ‘Is it okay to be gay?’ in the second beat of the song.

“It’s DigBar calling He wanna know when he’ll stop being copied”
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DigBar is a rapper famously known for rapping about homosexual intercourse (for example, his song ‘Four Big Guys’). Here, ChilliChops calls out Lyrical Dil for copying his gimmick.

“I’m going balls to the wall, ballin all day You rap so slow, pick up the pace”
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These opening two lines mimic the flow and lyrics of the opening lines of Lyrical Dil’s first song “Chronic Case of Cock”:
“I want balls in my ass, balls in my face
Stick that cock in and pick up the pace”

“You were begging me to drop this For some quick clout on your next shit”
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Lyrical Dil contacted ChilliChops, asking him to release his diss track against them. This strange request was most likely an attempt to generate buzz around the group before they dropped their album, ‘Touching Tips’.

“Is that Lyrical Dil I hear?”
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In this diss track, ChilliChops targets Lyrical Dil, a rap collective he knows personally.