Transient

Attention please
You fuckin cunt
Listen

You're just a TRANSIENT in my life work
I got no time to show you how my mind works
I got no love to show you, Griffith Berserk
Line up they all want a bump I make ur nose bleed, I make your nose bleed
I make ur nose bleed, I make your nose bleed

TRANSIENT

All em fukkbois creeping "you're so fly"
Stacks up on your records but got no style
Keep u in my leg lock till your last sigh
If he comin to my city it is knife crime

U like punk is out smh go fuck yourself
Painting your clothes to hide the Primark tag
It's a no brainer, I don't fuck with waste
Still u jumping on ya dick think u might get a taste

Rejection bitch, I learned it from my father you can call it quits
Caption this, I see you getting nervous I can smell the piss
Ain't got no time for this, throw a fukkboi in my circle pit
M.I.M.I.M.I. the brand new era Nemesis

Imma imma heard ya talking with some new friends bitch
Yeah em acting like they know me but they don't know shit
All em peasants so damn phoney go and cut your wrists
All em groupies shut the fuck up I don't need ya
Imma imma heard ya talking with some new friends bitch
Yeah em acting like they know me but they don't know shit
All em peasants so damn phoney go and cut your wrists
All em groupies shut the fuck up I don't need ya (Snitch snitch)

You Wayne you Wayne
Cannot even pronounce ya fuckin name
You bastard tryna try me
Can't match me and my god damn pain
Got nottin to say u way too sane
That's why ya music fake as fuck, cannot relate
You on ya universe shit, I am the Universe, bitch
Kneel the fuck down and beg for forgiveness you trick
Nuit, Queen of Space, continuous one of heaven
U a snake tryna seek my shelter, no 11
Because!?
Because is dead
If you compete with me you'll wish you'd be better of dead
I hear you weeping, so what are you afraid of hä?
Better keep the lights on, I said better keep the lights on

Imma imma heard ya talking with some new friends bitch
Yeah em acting like they know me but they don't know shit
All em peasants so damn phoney go and cut your wrists
All em groupies shut the fuck up I don't need ya
Imma imma heard ya talking with some new friends bitch
Yeah em acting like they know me but they don't know shit
All em peasants so damn phoney go and cut your wrists
All em groupies shut the fuck up I don't need ya

You can go fuck yourself with your Dick Pic
I'm gonna slice it off cause I'm sick sick
Drive by skur skur Pussy Wagon whip whip
Trunk full weapons cause boi I'm lit lit

But u won't get a taste
So lemme get this straight you are not my game
The only drip u got is when you salivate
Over me in the shower look what u became



Credits
Writer(s): Miriam Barg, Koen Dijkman
Lyrics powered by www.musixmatch.com

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