[Chorus]
Critic, uncle fucking critic
Critic, uncle fucking critic
Critic, uncle fucking critic
[Verse 1]
You're always printing shit about me
You're still five years behind me
If you know anything about music
Let's see you pick up a fucking instrument
[Chorus]
Critic, uncle fucking critic
Critic, uncle fucking critic
Critic, uncle fucking critic
[Verse 2]
So if you got anything to say to me
Say it to my face
Don't call me homophobic
I'm not afraid of you
[Bridge]
If you've got a problem with me
Let's settle it face to face
[Chorus]
Critic, uncle fucking critic
Critic, uncle fucking critic
Critic, uncle motherfucking chicken shit
Jealous, stupid idiot, bastard
Wanna-be, fucking critic
In 1995, Karl Alvarez called this song “staggeringly uncommercial”:
I think there’s some staggeringly uncommercial songs on this record–songs like “Uncle Critic” and “Hetero,” which don’t fit into the cutesy-pie-punk routine that the radio’s so enamored with right now.