Artist: Eminem Album: Recovery Song: On Fire Typed by: Roach1984@hotmail.com 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 I'ma tell 'em Ah, 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 Flow's tighter, hot-headed his ghost writer Cold-hearted it's Spider-Man throwin' a spider in the snow So you better get, lower than Flo Rida Inside of a low rider 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 ho's? 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, 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 describe how it tas-ted 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're hot it's like your burnin' up, everyone else is cold You're on fire Man I'm so fucking sick I got ambulances pullin' me over and shit You're on fire You 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 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 warning 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 lighting in the skillet, you're a fucking a flash in the pan I pop up you bitches scatter like hot grease Splashing the fan, Mr. Mathers is the man Yeah, I'm pissed but I would rather take this energy and stash it in the can Come back and whoop your ass with it again Saliva's like sulphuric acid in your hand It'll eat through anything metal, the ass of Iron Man Turn him into plastic so for you to think that you could stand A fucking 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, Fuck it I ain't playin', pull up in a van And hop out on a homeless man holding a sign sayin' "Vietnam Vet", I'm 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 ain't savage you ain't never seen a brew 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-poo Sayin' you sick, quit playin' you prick Don't nobody care, and why the FUCK am I yelling at air? I ain't even talkin' to no one cause ain't nobody there And nobody'll fucking test me because these ho's wont even dare I'm wasting punch lines, but I got so many to spare I just thought up another one that might go here Nah, don't waste it, save it psycho, yeah Plus you gotta rewrite those lines that you said about Michael's hair You're on fire That's how you know you're on a roll Cause when you're hot it's like your burnin' up, everyone else is cold You're on fire Man I'm so, I'm so hot my motherfucking fire truck's on fire homies You're on fire You 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