Art Is Dead lyrics

[Hook]
Your di*k need Miracle Gro
I'm a miracle hoe
Art is dead
Buy my sh*t

[Verse 1]
I am standing in a room
And the resonant frequencies of my voice are telling you what to do
Buy my sh*t, listen to me, I'm cool
I flow sicker than b*tches painting with period blood at art school
Don't be mad that I f*cked your dad
I said that line once a long time ago in a rap
I pulled the video cause I thought it was trash
But despite my efforts, Miracle Gro's still my most successful track
So now I'm remixing it for kicks
And I'm switching up the concept cause I'm a deep-ass existential b*tch
I'll keep the same title so I get the hits
And I'll call this one "Art Is Dead, Buy My sh*t"

[Hook]
Your di*k need Miracle Gro
I'm a miracle hoe
Art is dead
Buy my sh*t
[Verse 2]
Keep your theory out my practice, you wack b*tch
Duh I wanna be rich
But end of the day I'd rather be broke and a savage
That's why I'm still eating scraps in The Attic
And all these faggots wish they were me, even though my life's f*cking tragic
I cry harder than outsider artists
I'm estranged, scene doesn't like me, think I'm retarded (cause I am)
But that doesn't change the fact that I can rap
Better than any of these f*cking b*tches or any of these f*cking men
I'm not your friend, I think you suck di*k
Y'all a bunch of try-hard weirdos, thinking you're Harmony Korine
Buttress absurd and dark
You guys make flash photography, wannabe Larry Clarks
Rap game Rothko in this b*tch
Got no interest in making Warhol pop art for the rich
Cause i'm a deep-ass abstract expressionist
Doesn't matter, art is dead, buy my sh*t

[Hook]
Your di*k need Miracle Gro
I'm a miracle hoe
Art is dead
Buy my sh*t