This is a song about "Nostalgia critic"

Like this, every critic has praised

But, shorty i'm far from a saint

Something wicked this way comemore than an adversary i'm very quick

It's dark n' im writin barkin like i'm fightin for mike vick as my #1 critic

Im darker than riddick! my mom is a critic!

But i'm leaving town in a little bit

Death is the only road from nostalgia

I try to tell them i'm one of the

It's dark n' im writin barkin like i'm fightin for mike vick as my #1 critic

Trust me these niggas rushed me for something my cousin probably did

Fuck a censor and a critic, i'll kill em

And if you not convinced keep on promotin' them

Fuck a label on my jacket, screw you like a ratchet

Lyrics i spit at a critic cause he's not wit' it,