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On Fire - Eminem
Written by：Ric Wilson/Lou Wilson/Carlos Wilson/Mr. Porter/Eminem

You know critics man

Critics never got nothing nice to say man

You know the one thing I notice about critics man is

Critics never ask me how my day went

Well I'mma tell 'em
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
Flows tighter hot headed as Ghost Rider
Cold hearted as Spiderman throwing a spider in the snow
So you better get lower than Florida
Inside of a lowrider 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 hoes
Listen dog Christmas is off this is as soft as it gets
This isn't golf this is a blistering assault

Those are your wounds this is the salt so get lost
Sh*t dissing me is just like pissing 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 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 hot
It's like your burning up everyone else's cold
You're on fire
Man I'm so f**king sick I got ambulances pulling me over and sh*t
You're on fire
You need to stop drop and roll
'Cause when you say the sh*t to get the whole hip hop shop to blow
You're on fire you're on fire

I just put a bullshit hook in between two long a** verses
If you mistook this for a song look
This ain't a song
It's 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
I'm lightning in a skillet you're a f**king flash in a pan
I pop up you b**ches scatter like hot grease splashing 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 a** with it again

Saliva's like sulfuric acid in your hand

It'll eat through anything metal the a** of Iron Man
Turn him into plastic
So for you to think that you could stand a f**king 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 flyin' crayon f**k it I ain't playing
Pull up in a van and hop out at a homeless man
Holding a sign saying Vietnam vet I'm out my f**king mind man
Kick over the can beat his a** and leave him 9 grand
So if I seem a little mean to you
This ain't savage you ain't never seen a brute
You want to get graphic we can go the scenic route
You couldn't make a bulimic puke
On a piece of f**king corn and peanut poop
Saying you sick quit playing you prick don't nobody care
And why the f**k am I yelling at air
I ain't even talking to no one 'cause ain't nobody there
Nobody will f**king test me 'cause these hoes won't even dare
I'm wasting 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 got to rewrite those lines that you said about michael's hair
You're on fire
That's how ya know your on a roll
'Cause when you hot
It's like your burning up everyone elses cold
Your on fire
Man I'm so hot my motherf**kin firetrucks on fire homie
Your on fire
Ya need to stop drop and roll
'Cause when you say the sh*t to give the whole hip hop shop the blow
Your on fire your on fire

Your on fire