I am standing in a room
& 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**hes painting with period blood at art school
(Don't be mad that I f**ed 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
& I'm switching up the concept cause I'm a deepa** existential b**h
I'll keep the same title so I get the hits
& I'll call this one ART IS DEAD, BUY MY sh*t
Your dick need miracle gro, I'm a miracle hoe
Art is Dead Buy My sh**
Keep your theory out my practice, you wack b**h
Duh I wanna be rich,
but end of the day I'd rather be broke & a savage
That's why I'm still eating scraps in The Attic
& all these f*ggots wish they were me, even though my life's f**ing tragic
I cry harder than outsider artists
I'm estranged
Scene doesn't like me, think I'm retarded (cause I am)
but that doesnt change the fact that I can rap
better than any of these f**ing b**hes
or any of these f**ing men
I'm not your friend
I think you s** dick
Yall a bunch of tryhard weirdos, thinking youre Harmony Korine
bu*tress absurd & dark
you guys make flash photography, wannabe Larry Clarks
Rap Game Rothko in this b**h
got no interest in making Warhol pop art for the rich
Cause i'm a deepa** abstract expressionist
Doesn't matter
Art is dead
Buy my sh**
Your dick need miracle gro I'm a miracle Hoe
Art is Dead Buy my sh**