Yeah... 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'ma tell 'em...

Yesterday my dog died;
I hogtied a ho, tied her in a bow,
So next time you blog, 
Try to spit a flow!
You wanna criticize dog? 
Try a little more!
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 as Ghostrider,
Cold-hearted as Spiderman
Throwin a spider in the snow.
So you better get lower
Than Flow 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 isn't golf, 
This is a blistering assault,
Those are your wounds, 
This is the salt, so get lost!
 [bad word]  dissin me is just like 
 [bad word] 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 [bad word] like sizzurp 
Through a straw,
Then discribe how it tasted 
Like dessert to us all,
Got the gall to make Chris 
 [bad word] in his drawers,
Tickle him, go to his grave, 
Skip him and visit his dog...

[Hook:]
You're on fire,
That's how you know you're on a roll
Cause when you're hot it's like 
You're burnin up everyone else's cold;
You're on fire,
Man I'm so [bad word] sick I got 
Ambulances pullin' me over and [bad word] 
You're on fire,
You need to stop, drop and roll 
Cause when you say the [bad word] 
To get the whole Hip-Hop Shop to blow
You're on fire, you're on fire...

I just put a [bad word] hook 
In between two long [bad word] verses,
If you mistook this 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, [bad word] as fast as you can, 
Stop writin and kill it,
I'm lightning in a skillet, 
You're a [bad word] flash in the pan,
I pop up, you [bad word] 
Scatter like hot grease 
Splashin a fan.
Mr Mathers is the man,
Yeah I'm [bad word] but I 
Would rather take this energy 
And stash it in a can, [bad word] back and whip your [bad word] 
With it again,
Saliva's like sulfuric acid 
In your hand,
It'll eat through anything metal, 
The [bad word] of Iron Man,
Turn him into plastic, 
So for you to think that you 
Could stand a [bad word] 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!'
 [bad word] 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 [bad word] mind man,
Kick over the can, beat his [bad word] 
And leave him 9Grand.
So if I seem a little mean to you, 
This ain't savage, 
You ain't never seen a [bad word] 
You wanna get graphic? 
We can go the scenic route.
You couldn't make a bulimic puke 
On a piece of 
 [bad word] corn and peanut [bad word] 
Sayin you sick! 
Quit playin you prick, 
Don't nobody care,
Then why the [bad word] am I yellin at air?
I ain't even talkin to no one 
Cause ain't nobody there,
Nobody will [bad word] test me 
Cause these hoes 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,
Nah dont waste it, 
Save it psycho yeah,
Plus you gotta rewrite those lines 
That you said bout Michael's hair...

[Hook:]
You're on fire,
T