Nice Peter & EpicLLOYD - Bob Ross vs. Pablo Pica**o lyrics

Pablo Pica**o I am the greatest, the modern art Muhammad Ali I melt faces, call me MC Dalí Your whole body of work is a fluffy mountain of crap You're the PBS version of Nickelback But I think you must be a genius cause with zero training You made millions teaching people how to s** at painting Why don't you go back home and beat your brush, you chump I can make better art with my wiener, Lump Bob Ross I'm so glad you could join me today So I could teach you how to feel some joy when you paint You're moody, little genius, always so serious I know, you must be on your Blue Period Your work is melancholic, I'm painting happy little trees Call me Jackson Pollock, because I splatter MCs With the voice that soothes, so let's do this I twist you up like you're a Rubik's Cubist Pablo Pica**o Don't use that word like you know what it is You painted thirty thousand pictures of bushes and sticks Does your audience know that you stole your whole show? You just ripped off your teacher and added an afro My name is Pablo Diego José Francisco de Paula Juan Nepomuceno María de los Remedios Cipriano De la Santísima Trinidad Ruiz y Pica**o Back, to, you, Bob Bob Ross Well Bob was dropping bombs like this is Guernica I served twenty years, Air Force, United States of America My technique will make your mistress weep Put her to sleep, elbow drop her dreams, I go deep And I keep it mellow like some Cadmium Yellow I'm a bright like Titanium White kind of fellow Don't believe in mistakes unless you step to me Yo Pablo, you just got your happy little a** beat