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Critic, uncle fucking critic Critic, uncle fucking critic Critic, uncle fucking critic You're always printing shit about me You're still five years behind

critic, uncle fucking critic critic, uncle fucking critic critic, uncle fucking critic you're always printing shit about me you're still five years behind

nigga in the rap game Without a gimmick Keep my hat on matching my wears Bitches ask me for loot Only after my deal It's all real I'm critically acclaimed

please me, My name Killer is symbolic, ironic to the actual meaning, I destroy clowns lyrically, but you still find it demeaning, I'm at a Critical

Check, check 1, 2, 1, 2 1, 2, it's rolling Yeah, yeah, yeah, Dr. Dre up in here y'all know what this is It's what y'all been waiting for funk master Flex

awards Fuck the fantasies, yo I got all four And 2001'll be mine, by law Why name me Greatest Of All Times? Because for fifteen years I kept y'all

is real You was put here to die, so how you really feel ? Heaven or hell, think about it where you goin Death is like winter time, man it's all goin

, there's too many trees to climb, too many bees to find, too many places to be, too many faces to see, I flip all switches, and rip all stitches,

I forgive you for all the shit that I live through It wasn't all your fault, homie you got caught And to the same game I fault that Uncle Ray lost My