On Fire - Eminem
Yeah.. Ya Know?.. Critics Man
Critics Never Got Nothin Nice To Say man
You know the one thing I notice about critics man?
Is.. critics never ask me how my day went
Well imma tell em
[Verse 1:]
Yesterday my dog died, I hog tied a ho, tied her in a bow
Said next time you blow up, try to spit a flow
You wanna criticize dog try a little mo
Im so tired of this I could blow, fire in the hole
Im fired up, so fire up the lighter and the dro
Better hold on a little tighter here I go
Flows tighter, hot headed as ghostrider
Cold hearted as spiderman throwin a spider in the snow
So ya better get to glowin in flow rider, inside of a lowrider, with no tires in the hole,
Why am I like this? why is winter cold.
Why is it when I talk I'm so biased to the hoe's
Listen dog Christmas is off,
This is as soft as it gets, this isnt Golf,
This is a blistering assault,
Those are your wounds, this is the salt,
So get lost
Sh_t dissin me is just like pissin off the wizard of oz
Wrap a lizard in gauze
beat you in the jaws with it, grab the scissors and saws,
and cut out your livers gizzards and balls.
Throw you in the middle of the ocean in the blizzard with jaws.
So sip piss like sizzurp through a straw
Then describe how it tasted like dessert to us all
Got the gall to make chris piss in his draws
Ticklin him, go to his grave, skip him, and visit his dog
[Hook:]
You on fire
Thats how ya know your on a roll
Cause when your hot its like your burnin up everyone elses cold
Your on fire
Man I'm so f_ckin sick I got ambulances pullin me over and sh_t
Your on fire
Ya need to stop drop and roll cause when you say the sh_t to get the whole hip hop shop the blow
Your on fire.. your on fire
[Verse 2:]
I just wrote a bullsh_t hook in between two long ass verses if you mistook the for a song, look
This ain't a song its a warnin to Brooke Hogan and David Cook
That the crook just took over, so book
Run as fast as you can,
stop writin and kill it,
Im lightning in a skillet,
your a f_ckin flash in a pan
I pop up you b_tches scatter like hot grease splashin a fan.
Mr mathers is the man
Yeah I'm pissed, but I would rather take this energy and stash it in a can
Come back and whip your ass with it again
Saliva's like sulfuric acid in your hand, it'll eat through anything, melt the ass off iron man
Turn him into plastic, so for you to think that you could stand a f_ckin chance is assassin, yeah ask the nine man.
Hit a blind man with a coloring book, and told him color inside the lines or get hit widda fine crayon
F_ck it I aint playin
Pull up in a van and hop out on a homeless man holdin a sign sayin
Vietnam vet.. I'm out my f_ckin mind man
Kick over the can beat his ass and leave him 9 grand
So if I seem a little mean to you, this aint savage, you aint never seen a bruit.
You wanna get graphic, we can go the scenic route
You couldnt make a bulimic puke, on a piece of f_ckin corn and peanut poo
Sayin you sick, quit playin you prick, dont nobody care
And why the f_ck am I yellin at air
I aint even talkin to noone cause aint nobody there
Nobody will f_ckin test me cause these hoe's wont even dare
Im wastin punchlines but I got so many to spare I just thought of another one that might go here
Naw don't waste it save it psycho yeah
Plus you gotta rewrite those lines that you said about Michael's hair
[Hook:]
You on fire
Thats how ya know your on a roll
Cause when you hot its like your burnin up everyone elses cold
Your on fire
Man I'm so hot my motherf_ckin firetrucks on fire homie
Your on fire
Ya need to stop drop and roll cause when you say the sh_t to get the whole hip hop shop the blow
Your on fire.. your on fire
Your on fire
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