Lyrics My Critic Fetish - Angerfist

My Critic Fetish

What you gonna do when shit hits the fan?
Are you gonna stand and fight like a man?
Will you be as hard as you say you are?
Or you gonna run and go get your bodyguard?
Fuck .Fucking criticism
Fuck.Fuck.Fuck.Fuck it
Fuck.Fucking criticism
I don’t even know who the fuck you are
You wanna hate me then hate me;
what can I do
but keep gettin money, funny I was just like you
Don’t hate me, hate the money I see, clothes that I buy
Ice that I wear, clothes that I try, close your eyes
Picture me rollin, sixes, money foldin
Bitches honeys that swollen to riches.
want.want.want me off
want me off the scene fast
want.want.want me off
want me off the scene fast
but good things last
you still wanna hate, be my guest!
10, 9, 8, 7, 6, 5, 4, 3, 2 Are you readyyyyyyyyyyyyyyyy?
Hate me.
Hate me.
Hate me.
Hate me.
Hate me.
Hate me.
Do.
Do.Do.
it now!
Hate me.
Do it now!
Tell.tell you to suck my dick while I’m pissin
I don’t even listen to your shit to know who the fuck I’m dissin
Fuck .Fucking criticism
Fuck.Fuck.Fuck.Fuck it
Fuck.Fucking criticism
Do my ladies run this motherfucker?!
Hell yeah!
Don’t hate me, hate the money I see
Don’t hate me, hate the money I see
Fuck .Fucking criticism
Don’t hate me, hate the money I see
Ice that I wear, clothes that I try, close your eyes
Picture me rollin, sixes, money foldin
Bitches honies that swollen to riches.
You wanna hate me then hate me;
what can I do
But keep gettin money, funny I was just like you
I had to hustle hard never give up