[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