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 sayinVietnam 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



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