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Dear Mr. Critic fuck yourself in both holes
With the thirty-five sized dildo make you come over all
What da fuck you say touching upon a thing you never gain
Dwelling on the others shit don’t mix it with our name
Your opinion is what we real give a fuck
Do you think we don’t know the way how to make a shit piece out of a piece of art
We appreciate your rendering us a few blaming lines
Excuse us our delay, too busy, had no time

Hey hey Mr. Critic hey hey hey
I spit on you for I’ve no care for your keyboard fucking critical essay
Essay essay
I spit on you for I don’t care for your keyboard fucking critical essay

Evening, you feel well enough to drop the line
Got too much informed real have no place for bile
Hollow-headed kids the roaches cannot fly
While we‘re making our music just the way we like
We estimate your values false an’ don’t respect the way you go
Your principals are nothing for we never make a “show”
My soul’s flying high no matter how your shit is deep
We make our music not for crawlers so just shut and creep

Though despite that fact you won’t have to wait
Too long on the couch
I send you with this song dildo fucking for your buttock sponge

Thousands of groups play so say would you respect us to follow this way
Copycat’s way this copycat’s way

Songs are not to flatter so fuck up your oral dividends
Exercising typing letters you’ll satisfy yourself
Critics are the parasites making fame on pouring mud
Fuck you Mr. Know-all!

Hey hey Mr. Critic hey hey hey
I spit on you for I’ve no care for your keyboard fucking critical essay
Essay essay
I spit on you for I’ve no care for your keyboard fucking critical essay

Fuck you Mr. Know-all !!!

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