(Intro)Yeah... ya know, critics manCritics never got nothing nice to say manYou know the one thing I notice about critics man...Is, critics never ask me how my day wentwell Imma tell 'em
(Verse 1)Ah, yesterday my dog died, i hog tied a ho, tied her in a bowSaid next time you blow up try to spit a flowYou wanna criticize dog, try a little moreI'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, as hot headed as GhostriderCold hearted as Spiderman, throwin' a spider in the snowSo you better get to blowing in flow riderInside of a Lowrider with no tires in the holeWhy am I like this? why is winter cold?Why is it when I talk, im so biased to the hoesListen dog christmas is off this is as soft as it getsThis isnt golf this is a blistering assaultThose are your wounds this is the salt, so 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 sawsAnd, cut 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 fireThats how ya know you're on a rollCause when you hot it's like your burnin' up everyone elses coldYou're on fireMan im 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 to blowYou're on fire, you're on fire
(Verse 2)I just put a bullshit hook in between two long ass verseIf you mistook the for a song, lookThis aint a song, its a warnin to Brooke, Hogan and David CookThat the crook just took over so bookRun as fast as you can, stop writin' and kill itI'm lightening in a skillet, you're a fuckin flash in the 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 metal, the ass of iron manTurn him into plastic so for you to think that you could stand a fuckin chance is assanineYeah ask Denaun, manHit a blind man with a coloring bookAnd told him color inside the lines or get hit with a flying crayonFuck it, I ain't playinPull up in a van and hop out at a homeless man holdin a sign sayin'Vietnam Vet, im 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 ain't never seen the brewYou wanna get graphic we can go the scenic routeYou couldn't make a belemic puke on a piece of fuckin corn and peanut ?Sayin' you sick, quit playin you prick dont nobody careThen why the fuck am I yellin' at air?I ain't even talkin to no one, cause ain't nobody thereNobody will fuckin test me cause these hoes wont even dareI'm wastin punchlines but I got so many to spareI just thought of another one that might go hereNah dont waste it, save it psycho yeahPlus you gotta rewrite those lines that you said 'bout Michael's hair
(Hook)You're on fireThats how ya know you're on a rollCause when you hot it's like your burnin' up everyone elses coldYou're on fireMan im 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 to blowYou're on fire, you're on fire.