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biteisme - honestly sogmeister (live, extended) lyrics

(live part 0:00+4:17)

[verse 1: biteisme]
your flow’s still horrible, sounds like you got clots brony
f+cked you blood circuit, how you ate so many rhymes from me
must’ve hated all my of lines with how you passed one
strip you for my cover so we see your rolls stacked on
i see that whole ass son, it’s something worth to switch on
a bit exaggerated must be where you get your sh+t from
the closest way to you being the king is if we split on
just make sure that your throne won’t break apart if you sit on it
i’ll never take you seriously, you just a r+t+rd skit
my song straight out of the womb of course he hit on it
my bars oversizеd for him he won’t fit my diss
which is impressive whеn you realize how he built like this
(d+mn) i’m talking, enormous
you barely put a shirt on while i put on a performance
i never seen you peak boy i guess your talent formless
you out here with a freak voice singing to my chorus
always saying that i pick coins for a living
not a single penny for your thought, and i’ll still be making a k!lling
dropped the ball, when his b+lls dropped now he making s+x disorder racks
just make sure when you playing with me you got your extra quarterbacks

[verse 2: biteisme]
your, p+rn search terms is off the charts
in your album cover naked guess i always was the plot
with an extra fat line on me, they’re still remaining great
like all my insults and like you? they’re slowly gaining weight
you hate a genre for it’s people sorry can’t relate
never going out so how the f+ck he switch so many dates?
barely one year here he tryna detonate
before this chickens blows it i would like+
(+b+tch, you sound like a little baby!)
deep fried you anyways, action
“then he found undertale” you wanted this reaction?
when you found undertale it was cp you was viewing
had you soul getting all frisky now your interests is in ruins
“need a minute rest from this jew” it’s always internet that affect him
get a limit set on his screentime, always twitter bets he regretting
i’ll be f+cking him in the meantime, see this quitter gets his ass beaten
nose so big he lie every three rhymes you can’t pick my ass for that reason
i’m jewish and i’m proud, you just foolish dumb and loud
say i defy them decibels? it’s you who’s music’s numb for clout
farming on admin bot like you grinding on that body pillow for views
you got c+cky arrogance, shots at me unc+cked, you’re bout to lose your d+ck
the moment that you chop it off it’s looking like a loosened pick
abused your pics permission thought magicians don’t misuse their tricks
[break: biteisme]
i guess that none of that was magic, don’t need to be a detective
to see his pen is tragic, and his mental health defective

[verse 3: biteisme]
sogs if i was your notepad, i’d cry myself to sleep
don’t care what cries your phone had call it a day then wipe it deep
i’ll do anything, to clear that w bushy quote
or maybe sell my plays to mark out any number this p+ssy wrote
his lyrics getting really pushy, his references so gorgeous
looking at the mirror it seems we now know who that little george is
it’s monkey business to you and you had your tracks in order
but really where your songs fail is that listening is torture
any beat this guy is hopping on can barely scream in horror
better off with hopping out this b+tch and jerking off your b+n+r
one last thing for you, i do not feel resentment
i only made this diss securing some sort of investment (absolutely)
if i don’t beat a decoy, how am i gonna win (you stupid)
if i’m gonna finish you i might as well learn to begin, right?
“i’m in the bin, bite”, i heard him calling
your phone was wiped twelve bars ago his memory’s done installing
he got dismembered didn’t warn him cause he wouldn’t listen
do you remember that there’s no point coming back from this one?
maddox i can’t miss my chance to finish on you good
it’s what you wanted anyways but winning’s kinda screwed
remember the beginning how you got some clotted arteries?
your diet tries in vein you always pumped for buncha calories
well here’s a song to satisfy your hunger
so try to eat up before you hide out in the bunker
suggest you turn religious if you really need another bite
though i prefer to take you out the ark you f+cking paris+site
i noah my way
[break: biteisme]
it wasn’t too good so i gotta distort reality now

(extended part 4:17+13:08)

[verse 4: biteisme]
you say my momma had me late
at least my momma doesn’t have to hand me pills so i’d be straight
at least my daddy’s home and doesn’t hate me if some sh+t occurs
at least my grandma doesn’t have to hear me scream out racial slurs
at least my grandpa’s proud of me, that i am yossi’s only offspring
all of yours are on the toilet bowl in quite a long string
reaching for heaven with a bust and no remaining link
three one seven days i’ve known you writing this at skating rink
i’m the reason he can make a diss on me with fading ink
could’ve flushed out admin bot and watch your music break and sink
but you’re the only one who flushes problems when you reach for heaven
only four lines ago how you heard it and changed your expression
only a while ago, jacked it off the same way since eleven
only some months ago put your ass down to teach you a lesson
only one thing separates us when we both lift the lid
even in a p+ssy your daddy will never see your kids
if you even have ’em bet you’ll beat ’em up and leave a mark
generational trauma from paris to geneva park
family reunion thinking it’s only hoes around me
no respect for grandma might just run away from logan county
no respect for momma, could blame her for every birth defect
best be checked for narcissism all his love is barely felt
learnt his best mechanism is violence and coping with spite
if we’re being real though he could never react in a fight
once upon a time when he was younger life just took a turn
went in with no true concern, came out with a crooked neck
left him trauma in return he barely has time to reflect
checking his bruises every sec no therapist he just stack his wreck
still making fun of me you’re the one with no restraint
your come into a person’s life and always leave it with complaints
you and your father have much in common, how you hit bedrock
but only one is miserable and still stuck in a mental headlock
[verse 5: biteisme]
a hundred twenty four days to having something formulated
that couldn’t even spark a debate or get tolerated
apparently, you talking ’bout my dad part of your c+ck fight
is good, but when i do it back it’s all the sudden not tight
(…all you bald, little monkey r+t+rd who like all…)
(…all of you bald, african, albino monkeys…)
is he a g+nius, a hypocrite, well not quite
i think he might be dumb, after all his head is locked right?
listen, it took me ’bout an hour
freestyle better than you can write with all your f+cking power
attention seeking narcissist behind a glass screen
your vocal drags so bad you could be a drag queen
i bet you get dominated by women in your bed
then call me a pedo cause you project what’s in your head
i can’t believe your ego is still terminally growing
you talk about gilad like you personally know him, okay then
caught me in the living room having fun with your mate
cheating every chicken like coop zero underscore eight
you had to mention my life cause you couldn’t ever relate my dude
with me joking ’bout babies to make me hard+ oh wait you could
you helping me unlock more potential it’s truly great you’re rude
making more disses on purpose show i do elate your mood
when i admit to things it sounds a little bit more potent
you just sound stupid let me help you with what’s important
briley cooper your ex+girlfriend, you really fumbled this wh0re
more than what went down with gilad you tryna make fun of me for
if you’re really tryna argue who is more troubling here
at least my ex treats me like i’m somebody real
imagine having a girlfriend that don’t care how you feel
spreading lies about your status? swear half of it all is real
sitting in front of you telling others your d+ck is tiny
you crash out any day like you momma automobile
aside from keys that you steal, took grandmomma’s credit card
buying v+bucks and skins then tryna tell others your merit hard
a key detail to notice the cards you deal are similar
steal from other people then something about their skin color
she’s right about manipulation, read the lines above
your morals and drying love are in heaven with crying doves
you’re as two+faced as your c+ck, either “tiny” or super grown out
if it’s any coop of woe you know it’s the coop+er woe now
sending monkeys raping chickens blowing like a supernova
kept an archive of femboy p+rn in his server what a loner
constantly wet online it’s why soggy is your persona
sh+t faced morals as dark as your ugly ass sona
from:sogmeister has:video inside of your dms
“fun animal || chicken rape cat” 5:10 pm
then “monkey raped cat” where you can see the monkey twerking off
it’s weird how you hate monkeys until they start jerking off
i used to be obsessed with edgy media and monkey pics
then grew it out i tell you from experience you ain’t funny b+tch
everywhere that you go get rejected cause you a f+cking d+ck
you dumb face seeing rape videos blushing in ugly pink
never heard you contemplate why never said that it made you think
no filter, anger issues h+rny posting on baby chicks
every single day green baby, cow vore and you getting bricked
time and time you mention it i’m getting convinced you are this sick
“better is a dinner with herbs where the love+” no?
brylee never loved you so how the f+ck would you even know?
“anything that you throw on me has already been acknowledged”
except for what’s relevant and could really have you demolished
a “certified freak” is making fun of relationships
that were healthier than you physically and your mental grip
a “certified freak” is who admits his girlfriend pushed blood
to his d+ck because of her weight on his lap and it got him too hard
(when i see children i grow hard…)
(…just going i k!ll people! i k!ll people!…)
a “certified freak” is living life in a vacuum
to be making fun of virginity but losing it in a bathroom

[verse 6: biteisme]
“it all happens without you knowing”, you failing this genre?
took a year for you to write an accidental double entendre
“she’s schizophrenic like my record, it left her in tears jew”
she never heard it but i’ll have you know you left us in tears too
laughably bad, immaculately sad
rapidly getting worse, slanted upsetting your grads
riding the salad then claiming he got this galilee bagged
it’s honestly just the abuse cycle your family has
“you have to hide from yo dad” you say that so decidedly
i know d+mn well you will too when you come out finally
it just reminded me, you told your daddy chris the disses were fake
you hiding from him like an elephant behind a tree
amazing how the diss is “you chose to be h0m+ privately”
cause you chose to be h0m+ publicly and quite excitably
posted deltarune, homestuck p+rn everywhere misguidedly
i’ll never take it from the guy who’s name is f+cking michael lee
saw the last four lines, four month ago as your plot
none of mine were ever seen cause i just wrote them now on the spot
you late as sh+t feeling like this beef already rot
seventeen thirty eight age gap like you fetty wap
the type of sh+t you getting off to cause you think is pretty hot
swear to god this sweat cannot be telling me this what he want
dissedisme, are you dumb? sounding like a f+cking bot
misses me like writing titles your disses and bluffing art
wanna grow as an artist and get good + well who’ll wait?
i don’t wanna live this chungus ass life + then lose weight
said you done revealed everything i don’t think that’s too straight
you mentioned every erp but not even your new state
i’ll see you in jail, recording ourple shaking ass
i can diss you on my visiting hours through shaded glass
complaining about my place but you living on native grass
take a lesson on dissing and don’t you scream “i hate this class”

[verse 7: biteisme]
142, kilos weighing 142
no not pounds and your diet due, unlike the babies you into
hide all your weight under your p+rn, hide all your cheating under you
hide all your girlfriends under the bed cause all of your ladies under two
unlike you, i’m an israel+lite i am not no heavy jew
i wanna see you make that album, don’t make it bad though like hey jude
you got 146 you’ll see that now when you go reweigh
stole grandma’s car for subway just stay parked like you on la freeways
ain’t met no one like this so sick order two big macs no salad days
can’t own up to half of what you claim you got ‘lil b+tch you a bag of lays
guess that lying making you hard, so go get down on the floor all six
lost your virginity in a bathroom same old stall where you suck these d+cks
say that plugg ass, but you got an assplug in when your plug your sh+t
tried to show that p+ssy a treadmill he looked at me like “f+ck is this huh?”

[break: biteisme]
i even wrote a verse ’bout how you said your dad treats you

[pre+verse 8: biteisme]
“i see him crying how he’ll never put his trust in me
cps never scare me when he keeps disgusting me
ugly face, ugly body more fit for a dog pack
disrespect your father’s name i’ll show you not to talk back
you mess up everything you touch including my life, kid
embarrassing me in public swear i wish that you died, kid
fighting me every week or so, ’bout how he don’t wanna go to class
or clean his room, or do some sh+t just wait ’till i snap and hold his ass”

[verse 8: biteisme]
worthless, worthless and rejected by your father too
raising you with love is something he could never bother to
can’t even blame the guy, you’re a disgusting kid with no future
mom should’ve taken birth control, you’re nothing but a gross tumor
a clearer view on him regarding you is you’re a mistake for him
the day he couldn’t take your ass no more like you forsaken him
he didn’t wanna let you graduate or come home with a check
or see you getting married so he put his arm around your neck and+
i don’t know the f+ck he said to you but i can try and guess
something ’bout how you never mattered and should die, unless
you realize how you’re right in front of me and god wanted you
to see your own blood was tryna squeeze the blood outta you
it’s quite disgusting when you think ’bout how betrayal works
the guy who made his son couldn’t see him go to grade twelve
regardless if he k!lled you or not the chance is pretty slim
you’d probably drop out how you ruin everything including him
in the living room, arms around your throat
all your pipes are coated, vessels start to bloat
i must commend your father, it’s quite hard to under your skin, maybe eat less
i realized food just slips down cause he took your gag reflex
be careful in family dinners, looking blue, you don’t invite him
they should call yo ass blueface cause you look and rap like him
what ever disses you have left you might as well right cl!ck
uninstall fl i see you gasping like you like need heimlich
barely grasping on my d+ck, to get up on my sk!ll level
the way he sucking up on daddy it’s like he’s tryna still wrestle?
antisocial and racist too, you’d fit right in the valley’s script
i guess you choke in disses cause you still under your daddy’s grip
your future is to shake your hips in dance clubs, you jerk and strip
for answers, and learn from your father to slap as s+xual advances
he f+cked your head beyond return, i guess that’s why the issue locks
the way you turn away from sh+t and go back to the tissue box
at least my daddy’s home and doesn’t hate me if some sh+t occurs
at least my daddy loves me and at least his son ain’t into furs
at least my daddy has me backed doesn’t need to tell me how
although my neck ain’t fine at least my daddy didn’t break it now
too bad your daddy’s not like mine, in fact if he would enter this
it’s gotten to the point your dad could probably write a better diss
if me and him get down on you, no one will care what you cap write
chris beat you up in real life, and he’ll beat you up in a rap fight

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