The Kook Of Echo Park
TV Girl Lyrics


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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
And you're the Kook of Echo Park
The Kook of Echo Park the Kook of Echo Park

Let's talk straight
And cut through the nonsense
I make art, you make YouTube content
You can smoke weed every day
But I'd smoke crack
And take a bat to that Panama hat, jack
And matter of fact
I might hit you where it hurts
Roll up on your boys
Spray ketchup on your patterned shirt
And put a cease to that thrift-store chic
You Macklemore-looking motherfucker

You talk shit, I bet you're nice to my face
So if you wanna fight name a time and a place
How about the lake? Around about brunch?
I get the Glock and feed your
Fucking bones to a duck we don't fuck
You should think before you diss track
You wanna record? I treat the
Gun like a click track on tempo
Put the steel to your temple
And turn the shot into a
Snare with your loop pedal

And you're the Kook of Echo Park
The Kook of Echo Park the Kook of Echo Park
So let that be a lesson to
All you self hating hipsters
All you trust-fund troubadours out there
Hey yeah, you wanna take shots at the flock
I gots the chalk

And as for you, Netherfriends, well
I could probably
Sit here and diss you all day long, but
I'd have to Google you just to find
Out who the fuck you are, first
It's like, goddamn my dude
Ain't you ever heard of a
Little something called Quality Control?
I mean, how can one guy put out a hundred
Albums and have them all be terrible?
You'd think you'd get lucky every now and
Again just based on statistics alone, but
I dunno, I'mma help you out though
I know I can't teach you how
To write a good song
I know I can't convince you
To give up music altogether, but
If nothing else, maybe I can convince you
To take off that silly-ass fedora
It's like, you're not fooling anyone, my dude
You have a receding hairline
It's nothing to be ashamed of
It's very common for people your age, but
You're gonna wanna just fake it




Get it over with and lean into the bald thing
You'll be better off peace

Overall Meaning

The Kook of Echo Park by TV Girl is a diss track aimed at Netherfriends and other Mac DeMarco wannabes who the singer is sick and tired of. The lyrics are filled with insults and threats that are supposed to intimidate their target. The opening lyrics suggest that the singer has a problem with these wannabes and that they are sick of their behavior. The singer then goes on to mock Netherfriends, saying that they are terrible musicians who make YouTube content instead of art. They say that they didn't come to LA to chase fame or get paid, but to make graves.


The song is filled with vivid imagery of violence and destruction, with the singer threatening to split Netherfriends up and down right quick symmetrically and open up a gastro-pub on El Dorado. They even talk about drinking cool macchiatos until they're jittery before falling asleep with their head up in a guillotine. The final verse of the song is a direct address to Netherfriends, in which the singer tells them to take off their silly-ass fedora and lean into the bald thing, claiming they would be better off.


Line by Line Meaning

Heyo Brad i know we're usually above this
Hey Brad, I usually don't lower myself to the level of engaging in petty feuds, but...


Indie-rock beef type shit but
I'm talking about the kind of drama that typically happens between indie rock musicians.


Man, I'm so fuckin' sick and tired
To be honest, I'm extremely annoyed and fed up.


Of these bargain basement
These people are cheap and low-quality.


Mac DeMarco-wannabes
They're trying to sound like Mac DeMarco, but they're failing miserably.


You know I had to light up
I just had to call them out on their bullshit.


At least one of 'em
I couldn't let this slide without saying something.


And yeah, 'cause he started it
To be fair, he was the one who instigated this by dissing me first.


Hey, Netherfriends
Specifically calling out Netherfriends.


This one goes out to you, you fucking kook
This song is directed towards you, you crazy person.


Let me start with my thesis: fuck these lames
My main argument is that these people are terrible.


Who came to LA to take shots at my name
They came to Los Angeles specifically to criticize me.


But I didn't come to chase fame or get paid
I didn't move to LA for the purpose of becoming famous or making money.


I'm a pretty girl, bitch
I'm confident in my own abilities and don't need validation from others.


I just came to make graves
My goal is to make a lasting impact through my music.


If you wanna fight, bitch
If you're looking for a fight...


That's all right kid
I'm up for it.


You vers' me is ice cream versus ice pick
The outcome of this battle will be very one-sided in my favor.


I think you sound like shit objectively
Let's be honest, your music is objectively bad.


I'll split you up and down right quick
I'll tear you apart swiftly and decisively.


Symmetrically
Completely and evenly.


Until your blood runs red on Sunset
I'll leave you badly injured on Sunset Boulevard.


Your body parts strewn all over Figueroa
Your limbs will be scattered all over Figueroa Street.


Open up a gastro-pub on El Dorado
I'll leave you in no condition to run your own business.


Serve us every bread with a slice of avocado
I'll make sure that people know you're a pretentious hipster.


You can drink cool macchiatos
You can keep pretending to be cool and sophisticated.


'til you're jittery
Until you're shaking with fear.


I bet you fall asleep with your
I wouldn't be surprised if you have nightmares about me.


Head up in a guillotine
You'll be so scared that you feel like your head is already in a guillotine.


You're so prolific, let's put it to the test
You put out a lot of albums, but let's see if you're actually any good.


I'll see how many records you can
I'll give you a challenge.


Make with your dying breath
Write an album before I kill you.


And you're the Kook of Echo Park
You're the crazy one in this part of town.


The Kook of Echo Park the Kook of Echo Park
I'm really driving home this point.


Let's talk straight
Let's be honest and direct.


And cut through the nonsense
Let's get to the heart of the matter.


I make art, you make YouTube content
I'm a serious artist, while you're just a YouTuber.


You can smoke weed every day
You might think you're cool for smoking weed all the time.


But I'd smoke crack
But I'm willing to do something even more extreme.


And take a bat to that Panama hat, jack
I'll show you how tough I am by destroying your hat.


And matter of fact
In fact...


I might hit you where it hurts
I'll try to find your weakness and exploit it.


Roll up on your boys
I'll confront your friends too.


Spray ketchup on your patterned shirt
I'll embarrass you in front of everyone by getting ketchup on your shirt.


And put a cease to that thrift-store chic
I'll make sure everyone knows that your style is outdated and cheap.


You Macklemore-looking motherfucker
You look like a cheap version of Macklemore.


You talk shit, I bet you're nice to my face
You probably talk behind my back but pretend to be friendly to my face.


So if you wanna fight name a time and a place
If you're really that tough, then let's schedule a fight.


How about the lake? Around about brunch?
I'm suggesting a time and place for the fight.


I get the Glock and feed your
I'm prepared to use deadly force if necessary.


Fucking bones to a duck we don't fuck
I'll dispose of your body in a gruesome way.


You should think before you diss track
You should have thought twice before releasing a diss track about me.


You wanna record? I treat the
If you want to make music, I have my own way of doing things.


Gun like a click track on tempo
I'll use the sound of the gun as a beat for our music.


Put the steel to your temple
I'll threaten you with a gun.


And turn the shot into a
I'll use the sound of the gun as a sample.


Snare with your loop pedal
I'll incorporate it into our music using a loop pedal.


So let that be a lesson to
I hope you've learned something from this.


All you self hating hipsters
To anyone who hates themselves for being a hipster.


All you trust-fund troubadours out there
And to all the rich musicians out there.


Hey yeah, you wanna take shots at the flock
If you want to criticize me and my friends...


I gots the chalk
I'm ready to fight back.


And as for you, Netherfriends, well
Again, directing this towards Netherfriends.


I could probably
I could spend all day...


Sit here and diss you all day long, but
...insulting you nonstop, but what's the point?


I'd have to Google you just to find
Honestly, I don't even know who you are.


Out who the fuck you are, first
So why bother wasting my time?


It's like, goddamn my dude
To be honest, I'm not even mad at you.


Ain't you ever heard of a
Don't you know about the concept of...


Little something called Quality Control?
Making sure your music is actually good before releasing it?


I mean, how can one guy put out a hundred
It's impressive that you're so prolific...


Albums and have them all be terrible?
...but it's a shame that none of your music is any good.


You'd think you'd get lucky every now and
Statistically speaking, you should have released at least one decent album.


Again just based on statistics alone, but
But you haven't.


I dunno, I'mma help you out though
I'm going to give you some advice.


I know I can't teach you how
I don't think I can teach you how to become a better musician.


To write a good song
To produce art that's actually worth listening to.


I know I can't convince you
I don't think I can change your mind about anything.


To give up music altogether, but
But maybe you should consider it.


If nothing else, maybe I can convince you
If I can't do that...


To take off that silly-ass fedora
...at least take off that stupid hat.


It's like, you're not fooling anyone, my dude
It's not making you look cool or sophisticated.


You have a receding hairline
Your hairline is starting to recede.


It's nothing to be ashamed of
But it's not a big deal.


It's very common for people your age, but
It happens to a lot of guys your age, so don't worry about it.


You're gonna wanna just fake it
You should consider wearing hats or other hairpieces to cover it up.


Get it over with and lean into the bald thing
Or you could just accept it and shave your head.


You'll be better off peace
Either way, you'll feel better and look more confident.




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Most interesting comment from YouTube:

@rach8260

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

And you're the Kook of Echo Park
The Kook of Echo Park
The Kook of Echo Park

Let's talk straight
And cut through the nonsense
I make art, you make YouTube content
You can smoke weed every day but I'd smoke crack
And take a bat to that Panama hat, jack
And matter of fact, I might hit you where it hurts
Roll up on your boys, spray ketchup on your patterned shirt
And put a cease to that thrift-store chic
You Macklemore-looking motherfucker

You talk shit, I bet you're nice to my face
So if you wanna fight name a time and a place
How about the lake? Around about brunch?
I get the Glock and feed your fucking bones to a duck
We don't fuck
You should think before you diss-track
You wanna record? I treat the gun like a click track
On tempo
Put the steel to your temple
And turn the shot into a snare with your loop pedal

And you're the Kook of Echo Park
The Kook of Echo Park
The Kook of Echo Park

So let that be a lesson to all you self-hating hipsters
All you trust-fund troubadours out there
Hey yeah, you wanna take shots at the flock, I gots the chalk

And as for you, Netherfriends, well, I could probably sit here and diss you all day long, but
I'd have to Google you just to find out who the fuck you are, first
It's like, goddamn my dude
Ain't you ever heard of a little something called Quality Control?
I mean, how can one guy put out a hundred albums and have them all be terrible?
You'd think you'd get lucky every now and again just based on statistics alone, but
I dunno, I'mma help you out though
I know I can't teach you how to write a good song
I know I can't convince you to give up music altogether, but
If nothing else, maybe I can convince you
To take off that silly-ass fedora
It's like, you're not fooling anyone, my dude
You have a receding hairline, it's nothing to be ashamed of
It's very common for people your age, but
You're gonna wanna just fake it, get it over with and lean into the bald thing
You'll be better off
Peace



All comments from YouTube:

@Hannah-jm4wm

netherfriends realky thought he ate 💀

@dumbgay

can confirm, i had to google who netherfriends was

@geckobread

Same lmao

@Pepsi._freak

I’d quit making music after getting dissed this hard 😭

@adzdrawss

this was the feud i didn’t know existed for 5 years but i desperately needed to know. unironically this is a jam and netherfriends got absolutely obliterated

@DatLESBIAN

That one thumbs down is Netherfriends himself

@cafelatt333

Morgan Menard months later still one dislike, it was DEFINITELY him lmfao

@Gaytheist

Still thinking about the line “you Macklemore lookin motherfucker” lol

@tumyboidedlol

didnt even know this was a diss track lol.This is so fire

@cafelatt333

The comeback track we did not deserve but glad we got it anyway

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