Isacaarum - sh** Paintress lyrics

Your hands so nice to use as brush... paintress of love Authentic art... of caustic smell Shaping strange ma** on the walls... pretty nice canvas No one of colours more you need ... bu*t as paintbox sh** - pain - tress sh*t PAINTRESS sh** - pain - tress sh*t PAINTRESS sh** - pain - tress sh*t PAINTRESS sh** - pain - tress sh*t PAINTRESS sh** paintress sh** - pain - tress sh*t PAINTRESS sh** - pain - tress sh*t PAINTRESS Your fingers sticked | paint, paint | with warm faeces to make composition done These gorgeous curves of smell | what a sh** image of a chiaroscuro cum? Neverending perpetual excreted realism | I tell my story through these scrawls I am the unique crap mistress | of art cumming out from my bowels sh** - pain - tress sh*t PAINTRESS sh** - pain - tress sh*t PAINTRESS sh** - pain - tress sh*t PAINTRESS sh** - pain - tress sh*t PAINTRESS One hand stroke | and cheerful fingerprint | finally I'll wash my hands from sin Licking the stool and enjoying the taste, to make hands and everything clean Finished picture full of life | decadent mirror of my very own mind I am a real | a genial artist | miss paintress | of f*cking faecal kind Once again sh** - pain - tress sh*t PAINTRESS sh** - pain - tress sh*t PAINTRESS sh** - pain - tress sh*t PAINTRESS