The Brad Long Hate Song (Rap Diss)

You think you can get by on good technique
But the technique means nothing if your arms are weak
Do a push or a snatch or a jimmy or a plank
And until you can complete these please just recognize your rank
I am Joel, I am Swole, Being me is your life goal
But you won’t get there just talking sir its gonna take a toll
On you and until get to where you wanna be
You will have to sit back and listen to this track by me

Everybody in club get your hands up high
High high high
Brad your arm isn’t high enough wonder why?
Does it hurt your labrum does it make you cry?
Be like Joel so you don’t end up like that guy guy guy guy guy

This here is my song
About how I hate that guy brad long

This never had to be this way I loved you like a brother and together we’d protect like a baby grizzly’s mother
But instead of just respecting me and being in the squad
You decide you’re gonna try and be everything you’re not
You are not Joel, and You are not swole, and bet growing up every year christmas you got coal
And you look like you don’t hold doors open for ladies
And you look like someone that takes candy from babies and
You look like you skip people in the line at mabee and you look like
At some point in your lifetime you had rabies and you look like somebody that has never won a race and you look like you’ll probably hit a lady in
The face

(Freestyle until the end)
Pause

Shout out star
The only person i think is more evil than scar
And scar killed mufasa
Erik was the phantom of the opera
In russia they drink vodka
Bob marley was a rasta