On Fire
Eminem Song Lyrics

Yeah.. 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]

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 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 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 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 the blizzard with jaws

So sip piss like sizzurp through a straw

Then discribe how it tasted like dessert to us all

Got the gall to make chris piss in his draws

Ticklin him go to his grave, skip him and visit his dog

[Hook]

You on fire

Thats how ya know your on a roll

Cause when you hot its like your burnin up everyone elses cold

Your on fire

Man I'm so fuckin sick I got ambulances pullin me over and shit

Your on fire

Ya need to stop drop and roll cause when you say the shit to get the whole hip hop shop the blow

Your on fire.. your on fire

[Verse 2]

I just wrote a bullshit hook in between two long ass verses if you mistook the for a song, look

This aint a song its 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

Im 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

Salivas like sufiric 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 assanine

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 flying crayon

Fuck it I aint playin

Pull up in a van and hop out at 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 aint savage you aint never seen a brute

You wanna get graphic we can go the scenic route

You couldnt make a belemic puke on a piece of fuckin corn and peanut poop

Sayin you sick quit playin you prick dont nobody care

Then why the fuck am I yellin at air

I aint even talkin to noone cause aint nobody there

Nobody will fuckin test me cause these hos wont even dare

Im wastin punchlines but I got so many to spare I just thought of another one that might go here

Naw dont waste it save it psycho yeah

Plus you gotta rewrite those lines that you said about michaels hair

[Hook]

You're on fire

Thats how ya know your on a roll

Cause when you hot its like your burnin up everyone elses cold

Your on fire

Man I'm so hot my motherfuckin firetrucks on fire homie

Your on fire

Ya need to stop drop and roll cause when you say the shit to give the whole hip hop shop the blow

Your on fire.. your on fire

Your on fire