Eminem
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'mma tell 'em
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, hot-headed as Ghost Rider
Cold hearted as Spiderman throwin' a spider in the snow
So ya better get lower than Flo Rida 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 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 blisterin' 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 gal to make Chris piss in his draws
Ticklin' him go to his grave, skip him, and visit his dog
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You on fire
That's how ya know you're on a roll
'Cause when you hot its like your burnin' up everyone else's cold
You're on fire
Man I'm 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 the blow
You're on fire, you're on fire
I just wrote a bullshit hook
in between two long-ass verses if you mistook them for a song, look
This ain't a song it's 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
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 sufiric 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 the nine 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 aint 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 a brute
You wanna get graphic? We can go the scenic route
You couldn't make a bullimic puke on a piece of fuckin' corn and peanut poop
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
Im 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 Michael's hair
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You on fire
That's how ya know you're on a roll
'Cause when you hot its like your burnin' up everyone else's cold
You're on fire
Man I'm 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 the blow
You're on fire, you're on fire