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critic magnet - saltyfika76 lyrics

why in the f*ck…would i give a f*ck about you p*ssy ass d*ck riding b*tches
all talk and no action, ’cause they continue to be f*ckin scared, don’t want none on this
motherf*cker that will retaliate, crack your glasses, and throw your contacts away
then knock the b*tch outta you, hit your crooked t**th, and jaw, f*ck the law, it’ll be hard to maintain

yourself through this f*ckin gore, another shot is what i’ll pour, after your unconscious on the floor
i’ll be head*locking you to the ground, bash your head on the concrete, like you we’re a lil wh0re
curb*stompin’ your fingers, then you’ll be f*ckin sobbin’, screaming what’s this sh*t for?
yet i’ll be swearing, that this next round won’t be the same as before

although therefore, its the other way around now, ’cause i’m powerful, and he’s powerless
use the mental maker, to motherf*ckin fracture him and his critics nonetheless
being a natural born b*tch, like your kid floppin’ out that cooch, so you can get back at life, “actin’ like a man”
the f*ck are you tryna prove? that you’re a young father that has no sense in his land?

you try to throw out your false facts, ’cause you can’t do this sh*t
but when the time rolls around, i’m going mothaf*ckin reckless

you can’t face this ’cause i’ve been the same pot fiend, not a f*ckin crack fiend
and the others have decided to learn the consequences, and move out of town, like what’s the need
to deal with another idiot that motivates you in the wrong way?
’cause this hardcore sh*t, is making the place look more painful and f*ckin g*y

i don’t support this bullsh*t, i feel like this sh*t changes for the literal worst
but maybe you gotta realize, why and how you ended getting here first
i just gotta smoke the weed like medicine, then f*ckin sh*t up with a half gallon of fireball
since with the aggravation, i could be able to write suicidal scriptures on the walls
this time i won’t fall! givin’ it my motherf*ckin all, before i stomp your b*lls
but where’s your b*lls, when you decide to live this sh*t wrong?
(tell me that b*tch)
your criticism is incorrect, and i’ll be thinkin of this sh*t as motherf*ckin clownin’
comin’ at me like your words are weapons, but its laughable since they downin’

themselves in the motherf*ckin long run, since i am a critic magnet
watching this sh*t as entertainment, scrolling paragraphs of lies from some f*ggot
that stalks, and attempts to spook, wanting you to lose, and being hungry on the news
this is what i choose, as a pothead drunk, and some motherf*ckers reject to the truth
and try to act tough behind a d*mn screen, but who f*ckin knew?
(no one)

- saltyfika76 lyrics

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