[Hook]
Your dick need Miracle Gro
I'm a miracle hoe
Art is dead
Buy my shit

[Verse 1]
I am standing in a room
And the resonant frequencies of my voice are telling you what to do
Buy my shit, listen to me, I'm cool
I flow sicker than bitches painting with period blood at art school
Don't be mad that I fucked 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 bitch
I'll keep the same title so I get the hits
And I'll call this one "Art Is Dead, Buy My Shit"

[Hook]
Your dick need Miracle Gro
I'm a miracle hoe
Art is dead
Buy my shit
[Verse 2]
Keep your theory out my practice, you wack bitch
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 fucking 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 fucking bitches or any of these fucking men
I'm not your friend, I think you suck dick
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 bitch
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 shit

[Hook]
Your dick need Miracle Gro
I'm a miracle hoe
Art is dead
Buy my shit