On Fire
[Eminem Intro]Yeah.. Ya Know?.. Critics ManCritics Never Got Nothin Nice To Say manyou know the one thing I notice about critics man?is...critics never ask me how my day went
[Verse 1: Eminem]yesterday my dog died, I hog tied a hoe, tied her in a bowsaid next time you blow up try to spit a flowyou wanna criticize dawg try a little moI’m so tired of this I could blow, fire in the holeI’m fired up so fire up the lighter and the drobetter hold on a little tighter here I goflows tighter, hot headed as ghost ridercold hearted as spider-man throwin a spider in the snowso ya better get lower than Flo rida inside of a lowrider with no tires in a holewhy am I like this? why is winter coldwhy is it when I talk I’m so biased to the hoeslisten dawg Christmas is off this is as soft as it getsthis isn’t golf this is a blistering assaultthose are your wounds this is the saltso get lostshit dissin me is just like pissin off the wizard of ozwrap a lizard in gauze beat you in the jaws with itgrab the scissors and saws andcut out your livers gizzards and ballsthrow you in the middle of the ocean in the blizzard with jawsso sip piss like sizzurp through a strawthen discribe how it tasted like dessert to us allgot the gall to make Chris piss in his drawsticklin him go to his grave, skip him and visit his dog
[Hook]you’re on firethat’s how ya know your on a rollcause when you hot its like your burnin up everyone else’s coldyou’re on fireman I’m so fuckin sick I got ambulances pullin me over and shityou’re on fireya need to stop drop and roll cause when you say the shit to get the whole hip-hop shop the blowyou’re on fire...you’re on fire
[Verse 2]I just wrote a bullshit hook in between two long ass verses if you mistook the for a song, lookthis aint a song it’s a warning to Brooke, Hogan and David Cookthat the crook just took over so bookrun as fast as you can, stop writin and kill itI’m lightning in a skillet you’re a fuckin flash in a panI pop up you bitches scatter like hot grease splashin a fanmr mathers is the manyeah I’m pissed but I would rather take this energy and stash it in a cancome back and whip your ass with it againsalivas like sulfuric acid in your handit’ll eat through anything melt the ass off iron manturn him into plastic so for you to think that you could stand a fuckin chance is assanineyeah ask the nine manHit a blind man with a coloring book and told him color inside the lines or get hit with a flyincrayonpull up in a van and hop out at a homeless man holdin a sign sayinVietnam vet…I’m out my fuckin mind mankick over the can beat his ass and leave him 9 grandso if I seem a little mean to you this aint savage you aint never seen the brewyou wanna get graphic we can go the scenic routeYou couldn’t make a bulimic puke on a piece of fucking corn and peanut poosayin you sick quit playin you prick don’t nobody carethen why the fuck am I yellin at airI aint even talkin to no one cause aint nobody therenobody will fuckin test me cause these hoes won’t even dareI’m wastin punchlines but I got so many to spare I just thought of another one that might go herenow don’t waste it save it psycho yeahplus you gotta rewrite those lines that you said about Michael’s hair