All You Critics Suck

All You Critics Suck excuse me what did you fart you always got something to ***** about nothing is every good enough for you you have bitten off far more then you could chew still your not perfect son neither am I you got sweat so much where pigs do fly Critics suck I mean who are they I'll stay humble enough to bow the knee to pray I believe that God is the ever constant amidst all your inconsistencies I'm holding my own with my hand on the phone theses Satanic demons choose to never leave me alone we are at war why you kicking it with a two bit whore Critics can kiss my ass they ain't getting by on any free pass they come to kill, steal & destroy just like there homeboy Satan I'm choose to cook up something light by frying it in bacon you best be leaving on a long awaited vacation they will never help you cause they can't even help themselves perhaps its best I put that book right there on the shelf there a spitting image of a Keebler elf See bruh positive reinforcement is good for the heart Critics you know there jealous you see there the type of people that watch as you go pee nothing good about critics you see I'll take my chances & make sweet history © right now, chevyvent society poems • friendship poems • nature