Art is dead Art is dead Art is dead Art is dead

Musicians like to seem complicated But we're not complicated I can explain it pretty easily

Have you ever been to a birthday party for children

And one of the children won't stop screaming

Cos he's just a little attention attracter

When he grows up to rap Or be a actor He'll be rewarded for never maturing For never understanding or learning that every day can't be about him There's othеr people you selfish assholе

I must be psychotic I must be demented To think that I'm worthy of any attention For any of this money you worked hard for I slept in late while you worked at the drug store My drugs attention I am an addict

But I'll get paid to indulge in my habit

It's all an illusion I'm wearing make up make up make up

Art is dead Art is dead

So people think you can rap how do we get that cash

I said Art is dead

We're rolling in dough while 2pac rolls in his grave

His grave

His grave

I said the studios got a budget The studios got a budget And all the poor people way more deserving of the money won't budge it Cos I want my name in lights When I could feed a family of 4 for 40 fucking fortnight's Forty fucking fortnights

I am an artist please god forgive me I am an artist please don't revere me I am an artist please don't respect me I am an artist feel free to correct me Self centered artist Self obsessed artist I am an artist I am artist But I'm just a kid I'm just a kid Kid kid And maybe I'll grow out of it