On Fire

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 I'm a tell 'em Yesterday my dog died, I hog tied a ho, tied her in a bow Said next time you blog up try to spit a flow You wanna criticize dog try a little mo' 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, hot headed as ghost rider Cold hearted as spider man throwin' a spider in the snow So you better get lower than Flo-Rida Inside a low rida 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 hoes Listen dog Christmas is off this is as soft as it gets This isn't 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 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 You on fire That's how ya know your on a roll Cause when you hot its like your burnin' up everyone else's cold Your on fire Man I'm so fuckin' sick I got ambulances pullin' me over and shit Your on fire Ya need to stop drop and roll Cause when you say the shit to give the whole hip hop shop the blow Your on fire, yeah your on fire Yuh, I just wrote a bullshit 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 I'm lightning in a skillet your a fuckin' flash in a pan I pop up you bitches scatter like hot grease splashin' a fan Mister 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 metal, the ass of iron man Turn him into plastic so for you to thinkin that you can stand A fuckin' chance is asinine Yeah ask Denaun man Hit a blind man with a coloring book And told him color inside the lines or get hit widda fine 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, I'm 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 ain't savage you ain't never seen the brute You wanna get graphic we can go the scenic route You couldn't make a bulimic puke on a piece of fuckin' corn and peanut, boo Sayin' you sick quit playin' you prick don't 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 hos wont even dare I'm 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 Micheal's hair You on fire That's how ya know your on a roll Cause when you hot its like your burnin' up everyone else's cold Your on fire Man I'm so I'm so hot my motherfucking fire truck is on fire homie Your on fire Ya need to stop drop and roll Cause when you say the shit to give the whole hip hop shop the blow Your on fire, yeah your on fire Your on fire