[Verse 1: Joey Nato]
See, I thought we were cool (I thought we were!)
But I guess that we were anything but that
But I guess that we were anything but that
I even played your music for my crew (And that's a fact)
We took a ride around and bumped that
We took a ride around
And you made plans for me
But the only plan you had was to abandon me
All the things that you don't let the cameras see
Could only imagine what your fans would think (What you think?)
Ayy, ayy, ayy, ayy!

[Chorus: Joey Nato]
Uh, fuck your art, fuck your art, fuck your art, sir!
Uh, fuck your art, fuck your art, fuck your art, bitch!
Uh, fuck your art, fuck your art, fuck your art, sir!
Uh, fuck your art, fuck your art, fuck your art, bitch! (Eh-eh-em)

[Verse 2: Joey Nato]
Now, you're acting brand new (You're acting brand new)
Or maybe this is your true colors
Or maybe this is your true colors
We had a song for us to do (A song for us to do)
But, I see that you're working with others (Yeah)
But, I see that you're working with others
And none of this would really bother me (Na-na-na-na-na, na)
If you would never ask me to retweet (Na-na-na-na-na, na)
The link that you sent me through
You gotta dislike, it's from- who? (Who disliked that?)
[Chorus: Joey Nato with Crypt]
Uh, fuck your art, fuck your art, fuck your art, sir!
Uh, fuck your art, fuck your art, fuck your art, bitch!
Uh, fuck your art, fuck your art, fuck your art, sir!
Uh, fuck your art, fuck your art, fuck your art, bitch! (Ooh, yeah!)
Uh, fuck your art, fuck your art, fuck your art, sir! (Na-na-na-na-na, na)
Uh, fuck your art, fuck your art, fuck your art, bitch! (Had this planned out)
Uh, fuck your art, fuck your art, fuck your art, sir!
Uh, fuck your art, fuck your art!

[Verse 3: Crypt & Joey Nato]
Hold up, now, just wait a minute
Did you think that I'd forget about the track that you didn't finish?
Did you forget where your pen is? And did you forget who Crypt is?
Not that, 'cause you ask me to react every time that you drop a track
Because of the power I had to spread the views, like binoculars or a Catholic
I'll trash this shit
If you're asking me to post it- I'm mad as shit
Want me to share it on my YouTube? Well, screw you!
The only tube that you can get is the one you shove inside your dick
And then I put your head down, now your dick's up in your face
It's like you're looking in the mirror- motherfucker, change your ways
I put an IV in your vein and fill it up with some cocaine
And I'll be laughin' my ass off as I'm watchin' you pass away
Before the tunnel of light comes in front of your eyes
I'ma lean in close and tell you, "Pack your shit" (Hey-ayy!)
Have you pissing on yourself
And aim your tube at your tongue, and I called it Catholic
Bitch! You on this shit like it was a set!
And fool me again, and I'll be choppin' off every head!
Murder on my mind, and it ain't justified
Because you bein' nothin' but a little-bitty titty-suckin' bitch!
And the point of this is, don't mess with my time
Ain't got a lot, so, I won't ever waste mine
So, reply back next time, don't make excuses
I just killed a man for ignorin' my new shit (Ayy, ayy)
[Chorus: Joey Nato]
Uh, fuck your art, fuck your art, fuck your art, sir!
Uh, fuck your art, fuck your art, fuck your art, bitch!
Uh, fuck your art, fuck your art, fuck your art, sir!
Uh, fuck your art, fuck your art, fuck your art, bitch!

[Outro: Joey Nato]
Fuck your- bitch- bitch-
Fuck your- bitch- bitch-
Bitch- bitch- bitch- bitch
Bitch- bitch-
Art- art- art- art
Art- art- art- art
Art- art- art- art
Art- art- art- art
Art- art- art- art
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