On Fire

[Intro:]
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.

[Ver1:]
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.

[Ver2:]
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.