I’m bout to paint you a little picture!
A pretty little picture!
Listen up fools!
I splatter brains on the canvas that’s how I start
This is how I get you thinking about my art
Then I tear you apart put your limbs in a cart
Just call me Katie Picasso Tropp
I ain’t the one, the two, or the three
I’m out my mind straight up krazy
There isn’t a f#ck boy who can play me
Cuz I’m in control of my p#ss#!
This right here is the art of the b#tch!
Right here is the art of the b#tch!
Right here is the art of the b#tch!
Right here is the art of the b#tch!
I’m a mouthy f#ckin’ b#tch who could give zero sh#ts
About your bank account or your tiny dick
I will drive you krazy I’m not a subordinate
I don’t care to be your spouse it’s not important
Try to coerce me my favorite word is “no”
I’ve never wanted to be a stupid man’s hoe
I’ll cut your dick off and drop it on the floor
I get my #ss to work every single day
Because depending on you is not my thang
I know you’re confused cuz I use my brain
I don’t use my p#ss# to try and get paid
I have self-worth and self-respect
Call me all them words it don’t make a dent
There is no way for you to get into my head
I ain’t ever been afraid of any of you men
All you wanna do is bust your load on my face
All I wanna do is bust my load on your face
Ruger SR-9 how does that taste?
I told you I’d splatter your brains all over the place!
This right here is the art of the b#tch!
Right here is the art of the b#tch!
Right here is the art of the b#tch!
Right here is the art of the b#tch!
Right here is the art of the b#tch!
Right here is the art of the b#tch!
Right here is the art of the b#tch!
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Katie Tropp Lyrics – The Art Of The b#tch