On Fire

作詞：Porter, Denaun M / Mathers, Marshall B,Iii(Eminem) / Wilson, Carlos / Wilson, Louis / Wilson, Ricard     作曲：Porter, Denaun M / Mathers, Marshall B,Iii(Eminem) / Wilson, Carlos / Wilson, Louis / Wilson, Ricard

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, I'mma tell 'em

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 ghost rider, cold hearted as spiderman throwin' a spider in the snow
So ya better get to blowin in flow rider, inside of a low rider 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 gob this is a blister in the salt
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 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

You're on fire, that's how ya know your on a roll
'Cause when you hot it's like your burnin' up everyone else's cold
Your 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 give the whole hip hop shop the blow, you're on fire, yeah, you're on fire

I just wrote a bullshit hook in between two long ass verses, if you mistook the 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
Salivas like sulfuric 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 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 widda fine crayon
Fuck it I ain't 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 ain't savage you ain't never seen the brew
You wanna get graphic we can go the scenic route, you couldn't make a belemic puke on a piece of fuckin' corn and peanut boo
Sayin' you sick, quit playin' you prick don't nobody care then why the fuck am I yellin' at air
I ain't even talkin' to no one 'cause ain't nobody there, nobody will fuckin' test me 'cause these hos won't 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

You're on fire, that's how ya know your on a roll
'Cause when you hot it's like your burnin' up everyone else's cold
You're on fire, man, 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 give the whole hip hop shop the blow
You're on fire, yeah, your on fire, you're on fire