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, Ima tell em
Uh, yesterday my dog died
I hog tied a hoe, tied her in a bow
Said, Next time you blog, try to spit a flow
You wanna criticize, dog? Try a little mo
Im so tired of this I could blow, fire in the hole
Im 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 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 Im 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 a 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
Thats how you know youre on a roll
Cause when youre hot, its like youre burning up everyone elses cold
(Youre on fire)
Man, Im so fuckin sick
I got ambulances pullin me over and shit
(Youre on fire)
You need to stop, drop, and roll
Cause when you say the shit to get the whole hip-hop shop to blow
(Youre on fire) Yeah
(Youre on fire) Yeah
I just put a bullshit hook in between two long-ass verses
If you mistook this for a song, look, this aint a song
Its 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
Im lightning in a skillet, youre a fuckin flash in the pan
I pop up, you bitches scatter like hot grease splashin a fan
Mr. Mathers is the man, yeah, Im 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
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 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 flying crayon
Fuck it, I aint playin, pull up in a van
And hop out on a homeless man holding a sign sayin
Vietnam vet, Im 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 bulimic puke
On a piece of fuckin corn and peanut poop
Sayin you sick, quit playin, you prick, dont nobody care
And why the fuck am I yellin at air?
I aint even talkin to no one, cause aint nobody there
And nobody will fuckin test me
Cause these hoes wont even dare
Im wasting punchlines, but I got so many to spare
I just thought of another one that might go here
Nah, dont waste it, save it, psycho, yeah
Plus you got to rewrite those lines
That you said about Michaels hair (Woops!)
Thats how you know youre on a roll
Cause when youre hot, its like youre burning up everyone elses cold
(Youre on fire)
Man, Im so, Im so hot, my motherfuckin firetrucks on fire, homie
(Youre on fire)
You need to stop, drop, and roll
Cause when you say the shit to get the whole hip-hop shop to blow
(Youre on fire) Yeah
(Youre on fire) Shit
Youre on fire