[Intro] ~#**************#~ (Haha) ~#**************#~ 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, Ima tell em ~#**************#~ [Verse 1] ~#**************#~ Uh, 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, dawg? Try a little mo ~#**************#~ Im so tired of this I could blow, fire in the hole ~#**************#~ Im 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 of a lowrider with no tires in a hole ~#**************#~ Why am I like this? Why is winter cold? ~#**************#~ Why is it when I talk Im so biased to the hoes? ~#**************#~ Listen, dawg, Christmas is off, this is as soft as it gets ~#**************#~ This isnt 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 ~#**************#~ [Chorus] ~#**************#~ (Youre on fire) Thats how you know youre on a roll ~#**************#~ ‘Cause when youre hot, its like youre burnin up everyone elses cold ~#**************#~ (Youre on fire) Man, Im so fuckin sick, I got ambulances pullin me over and shit ~#**************#~ (Youre on fire) You need to stop, drop, and roll ~#**************#~ ‘Cause when you say the shit to get the whole hip-hop shop to blow ~#**************#~ (Youre on fire) yeah ~#**************#~ (Youre on fire) yuh ~#**************#~ [Verse 2] ~#**************#~ I just put a bullshit hook in between two long ass verses ~#**************#~ If you mistook this for a song, look ~#**************#~ This aint a song, its 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 ~#**************#~ Im lightnin in a skillet, youre a fuckin flash in the pan ~#**************#~ I pop up, you bitches scatter like hot grease splashin a fan ~#**************#~ Mister Mathers is the man ~#**************#~ Yeah, Im 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 sulfuric acid in your hand ~#**************#~ Itll 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 colorin book ~#**************#~ And told him, “Color inside the lines or get hit with a flyin crayon” ~#**************#~ Fuck it, I aint playin ~#**************#~ Pull up in a van and hop out on a homeless man holding a sign sayin ~#**************#~ “Vietnam vet,” Im 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 aint savage, you aint never seen a brute ~#**************#~ You wanna get graphic, we can go the scenic route ~#**************#~ You couldnt make a bulimic puke on a piece of fuckin corn and peanut poop ~#**************#~ Sayin you sick, quit playin, you prick, dont nobody care ~#**************#~ And why the fuck am I yellin at air? ~#**************#~ I aint even talkin to no one cause aint nobody there ~#**************#~ And nobody will fuckin test me cause these hoes wont even dare ~#**************#~ Im wastin punchlines, but I got so many to spare ~#**************#~ I just thought of another one that might go here ~#**************#~ Nah, dont waste it, save it, psycho, yeah ~#**************#~ Plus you got to rewrite those lines that you said about Michaels hair (Whoops) ~#**************#~ [Chorus] ~#**************#~ (Youre on fire) Thats how you know youre on a roll ~#**************#~ ‘Cause when youre hot, its like youre burnin up everyone elses coal ~#**************#~ (Youre on fire) Man, Im so—, Im so hot ~#**************#~ My motherfuckin firetrucks on fire, homie ~#**************#~ (Youre on fire) You need to stop, drop, and roll ~#**************#~ ‘Cause when you say the shit to get the whole hip-hop shop to blow ~#**************#~ (Youre on fire) yeah ~#**************#~ Oh, shit (Youre on fire)