On Fire

Yeah... ya know, critics man Critics never got nothing 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) Ah, 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 more I'm so tired of this I could blow, fire in the hole I'm fired up so fire up the lighter and the dro Better hold on a little tighter here i go Flows tighter, as hot headed as Ghostrider Cold hearted as Spiderman, throwin' a spider in the snow So you better get to blowing 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, im so biased to the hoes 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 Shit 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 discribe 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're on fire Thats how ya know you're on a roll Cause when you hot it's like your burnin' up everyone elses cold You're on fire Man im so fuckin sick I got ambulances pullin' me over and shit You're on fire Ya need to stop drop and roll cause when you say the shit to get the whole hip hop shop to blow You're on fire, you're on fire (Verse 2) I just put a bullshit hook in between two long ass verse If you mistook the for a song, look This aint 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 I'm lightening in a skillet, you're a fuckin flash in the pan I pop up you bitches 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 Salivas like sulfuric acid in your hand It'll eat through anything metal, the ass of iron man Turn him into plastic so for you to think that you could stand a fuckin chance is assanine Yeah ask Denaun, man Hit a blind man with a coloring book And told him color inside the lines or get hit with a flying crayon Fuck it, I ain't playin Pull up in a van and hop out at a homeless man holdin a sign sayin' Vietnam Vet, im out my fuckin 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 ain't never seen the brew You wanna get graphic we can go the scenic route You couldn't make a belemic puke on a piece of fuckin corn and peanut ?? Sayin' you sick, quit playin you prick dont nobody care Then why the fuck am I yellin' at air? I ain't even talkin to no one, cause ain't nobody there Nobody will fuckin test me cause these hoes wont even dare I'm wastin punchlines but I got so many to spare I just thought of another one that might go here Nah dont waste it, save it psycho yeah Plus you gotta rewrite those lines that you said 'bout Michael's hair (Hook) You're on fire Thats how ya know you're on a roll Cause when you hot it's like your burnin' up everyone elses cold You're on fire Man im so fuckin sick I got ambulances pullin' me over and shit You're on fire Ya need to stop drop and roll cause when you say the shit to get the whole hip hop shop to blow You're on fire, you're on fire