Mr. Art

Mr. Art thought he was smart but he's just a fart I blow him out of my ass
His daughter is a jam tart she likes cream upon her face
He likes to look at me on his PC
I don't know why but he follows me

Ant a long rhyme did not take long to think I think I'll make a youtube video oh yes

Works of art, company name paid money just to make his name a trademake well that's not very smart
You are just a fart I'm going to blow you out of my ass
Your daughter is a jam tart she likes cream upon her face
He likes to look at me on his PC
I don't know why but he follows me

His wife reminds me of Priscilla,
queen of the desert
she's so ugly I think she is a man
her goaty reminds me of Pan
Art your not smart your just a fart I'm going to blow you out of my ass
Your daughter is a jam tart she likes cream upon her face
He likes to look at me on his PC

I don't know why but he follows me