On Fire

Yeah, haha
You 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'ma tell 'em

Uh, yesterday my dog died
I hog tied a -, tied her in a bow
Said, "Next time you blog, try to spit a flow"
You wanna criticize, dawg? 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 throwing a spider in the snow

So you better get lower than Flo Rida
Inside of a low rider with no tires, in a hole
Why am I like this? Why is winter cold?
Why is it, when I talk, I'm so biased to the -?
Listen, dawg, 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
- Dissin' me is just like - 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 -
Throw you in the middle of the ocean in a blizzard with jaws
So sip - like sizzurp through a straw
Then describe how it tasted like dessert to us all
Got the gall to make Chris - in his drawers
Tickle him, go to his grave, skip him, and visit his dog

(You're on fire)
That's how you know you're on a roll
'Cause when you're hot, it's like you're burning up everyone else's cold
(You're on fire)
Man, I'm so - sick
I got ambulances pullin' me over and -
(You're on fire)
You need to stop, drop, and roll
'Cause when you say the - to get the whole hip-hop shop to blow
(You're on fire), yeah
(You're on fire), yuh

I just put a - hook in between two long - verses
If you mistook this for a song, look, this ain't a song
It's a warning to Brooke Hogan and David Cook
That the crook just took over, so book
Run as fast as you can, stop writing and kill it
I'm lightning in a skillet, you're a - flash in the pan
I pop up, you - scatter like hot grease splashing a fan
Mr. Mathers is the man, yeah, I'm -

But I would rather take this energy and stash it in a can
Come back and whip your - with it again
Saliva's like sulfuric acid in your hand
It'll eat through anything, metal, the - of Iron Man
Turn him into plastic, so for you to think that you could stand a - 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 with a flying crayon"

- I ain't playin', pull up in a van
And hop out on a homeless man holding a sign sayin'
"Vietnam vet", I'm out my - mind, man
Kick over the can, beat his -, and leave him nine grand
So if I seem a little mean to you
This ain't savage, you ain't never seen a brute
You wanna get graphic, we can go the scenic route
You couldn't make a bulimic puke on a piece of - corn and peanut poop

Sayin' you sick, quit playin', you -, don't nobody care
And why - am I yellin' at air?
I ain't even talkin' to no one, 'cause ain't nobody there
And nobody will - test me
'Cause these - won't even dare
I'm wasting punchlines, but I got so many to spare
I just thought of another one that might go here
Nah, don't waste it, save it, psycho, yeah
Plus you got to rewrite those lines
That you said about Michael's hair (whoops!)

(You're on fire)
That's how you know you're on a roll
'Cause when you're hot, it's like you're burning up everyone else's cold
(You're on fire)
Man, I'm so, I'm so hot
My mother-' firetruck's on fire, homie
(You're on fire)
You need to stop, drop, and roll
'Cause when you say the - to get the whole hip-hop shop to blow
You're on fire, yeah
You're on fire

You're on fire