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 to blowin in flow rider 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 hose (host?)

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
%#@! 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
That's how ya know your on a roll
Cause when you hot it's like your burnin up everyone elses cold

Your on fire
Man I'm so $#&@in sick I got ambulances pullin me over and %#@!
Your on fire

Ya need to stop drop and roll cause when you say the %#@! to give the whole hip hop shop the blow
Your on fire... your on fire


Verse 2:
I just wrote a bull%#@! hook in between two long $$# verses if you mistook the for a song, look
This aint 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 $#&@in flash in a pan

I pop up you (*##$es 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 $$# with it again
Salivas like sufiric acid in your hand it'll eat through anything metal the $$# of iron man
Turn him into plastic so for you to think that you could stand a $#&@in chance is $$#anine

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
$#&@ 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 $#&@in mind man
Kick over the can beat his $$# and leave him 9 grand

So if I seem a little mean to you this aint savage you aint never seen the brew
You wanna get graphic we can go the scenic route
You couldnt make a belemic puke on a piece of $#&@in corn and peanut boo (?)

Sayin you sick quit playin you prick don't nobody care
Then why the $#&@ am I yellin at air
I aint even talkin to noone cause aint nobody there

Nobody will $#&@in test me cause these hos wont 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 michaels hair

Hook:

You on fire
That's how ya know your on a roll
Cause when you hot it's like your burnin up everyone elses cold

Your on fire
Man I'm so hot my mother$#&@in firetrucks on fire homie
Your on fire
Ya need to stop drop and roll cause when you say the %#@! to give the whole hip hop shop the blow
Your on fire... your on fire

Your on fire