ON FIRE

Yeah, Ya know... critics man.... critics never got nothin' nice to say, man... you know, the one thing I noticed 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 ho, tied her in a bow said “next time you blog, 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 flow's 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 of a low-rider, 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 ho's? 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 a 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 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 is cold you're on fire, man I'm so fuckin' sick I got ambulances pullin' me over and shit, you're on fire, you 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, yeah, you're on fire... I just put a bullshit hook in between two long ass verses, if you mistook this 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 writing and kill it, I'm lightnin' 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 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 think that you could 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 with a flying crayon” fuck it, I ain't playin' pull up in a van and hop out on 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 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 fuckin' corn and peanut poop sayin' you sick, quit playin' you prick, don't nobody care and why the fuck am I yellin' at air? I ain't even talkin' to no one ‘cause ain't nobody there nobody ‘ll fuckin' test me ‘cause these ho's won't even dare I'm wastin' punch lines, 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. 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 is cold you're on fire, man I'm so, I'm so hot my muthafuckin' fire truck's on fire, homie... You're on fire, you 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, yeah, you're on fire... (Oh shit) You're on fire. I'm on fire. Mr.Porter's on fire. Dr.Dre's on fire.