Eminem - On Fire lyrics

Yeah... haha... 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 imma tell em

Verse 1:
Aw, Yesterday my dog died, I hog tied a ho, tied her in a bow
Shit next time you blow up, 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
Flows tighter, hot headed as Ghostrider
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 a hole
Why am I like this? why is winter cold
Why is it when I talk I'm so biased to the hoe's
Listen dog christmas is off this is as soft as it gets
This isn't golf this is a blistering asault
Those are your wounds this is the solvent...
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 sizurp through a straw
Then describe how it tasted like dessert to us all
Got the gall to make Chris piss in his draws
Tickle him, go to his grave, skip him and visit his dog

Hook:
You're on fire
That's how ya know you're on a roll
Cause when you hot it's like your burnin 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
Ya need to stop, drop, and roll cause when you say the shit to get the whole hip hop shop to blow
Your on fire... yeah... your on fire... yo

Verse 2:
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 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
Saliva's like sulfuric acid in your hand it'll eat through anything **met-elt 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 the nine man
Hit a blind man with a coloring book and told him color inside the lines or get hit with a flyin' 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 9 grand
So if I seem a little mean to you this ain't savage you ain't never seen the proof
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
An' why the fuck am I yellin' at air?
I ain't even talkin' to no-one cause aint nobody there
And Nobody will fuckin' test me cause these hoes wont even dare
I'm 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... whoops!

Hook:
You're on fire
That's how ya know you're on a roll
Cause when you hot it's like your burnin up everyone else is cold
You're on fire
Man I'm so, I'm so hot my motherfuckin firetrucks on fire homie
You're on fire
Ya 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