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the warning(patrick bisson warning) - biske lyrics

[tag]
*perfect!*

[verse]
you’re toxic, so stay in the containment breach
diss everyone just to get yourself something to eat
stop chasing for clout how many times do we have to repeat
king without a crown, this track here will get you beat
diss aginst your sister yet you still lost the beef
before you spit on a beat, first go straighten your t**th
you nasty, eyes looks like egg yolks
get k!lled in between me and tails, call you a egg roll
who you tryna deceive, you’re not a f*cking king
just rapping about samе sh*t, over and over again, and you’re a king?
i think its timе you keep your tongue in your cheek
how many times do we have to bury your grave just for you to not speak
you think your sh*t is deep, yeah, for yourself to dig a grave
kept on messing around until you got everyone waked
you steal stuff, so now you better walk the planks
the sh*t you claim that’s flame? it’s trash, you’re the one to blame
you wanna rap, trying to show your family a that you’re not useless, so
pretending that you didn’t stole anyone’s flow
still blaming your sisters fault that you lost the beef
but with her pre*written verse? still better than you’ll ever be
you’re not recyclable, you’re already driven and trash
you tryna rap rap, you think that you’re rad, but you’re trash, not even as good as me half*assed, your career is what you had had, but now you’re just like one of donald trump’s mad hats
i feel like your jaw is something from your skull i need to shave
hit your pain points, reflected, k!lled you instead, blood all over the place
who you tryna fool? you’re a empty trash bag when you’re without beat
you should be saying a “thank you” since your career revolves around me
without rap at least i can still sing and make friends out of that
without the raps or your channel, you’d pack your f*cking bags
this is how my raps work, either like it or hate it
funny things about you is that all your track is only diss related
i’m a vulture, when you get mad, i can expose you and crush ya
i don’t go ahead and say the n word cus forced under pressure
this a tv show, caught you dead in 4k
tryna taste a real beef, instead got a fork paid
you’re not even half the amount of me, your level is effortless
aginst me it’s just like i’m eminem, you’re everlast
arms up, tryna hold your roof up
you’re still stick on the ground floor, under the dirt, your subs won’t ever root up
stop tryna hustle, you look like a husket
with that crown, now you’re looking like a bucket
talking bout you’re a king? words on paper, there’s no action
my b looking like a stickman, cus your egos your distraction
you’ve got a older sister, now you’re youngin and you bugging
you said you’re tryna be fresh but you can’t admit that you’re rotten
learn and understand something, you said you won
now you got slapped in the face, with the hair like mulan
you popped, now might as well make a new song
you made only a few moves and i proved that you wrong
battle with i? when i rise, this ain’t a fight
you said you eat beefs? now you don’t got any appetite
you tryna act like you know rap, you actually don’t
my raps build up like a factually dome
tried to bid with your life, now you lost one
this warning shots, you attempt to destroy my kingdom until i actually rock one

- biske lyrics

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