On Fire Lyrics – Eminem
On Fire is the third song from Eminem’s 2010 Recovery album.
| Song Name : | On Fire |
| Album / Movie : | Recovery |
| Singer : | Eminem |
| Music Label : | Aftermath Entertainment, Shady Records, and Interscope Records |
| Cast : | Eminem |
Yeah, ya know? Critics manCritics never got nothin’ nice to say, manYou know the one thing I notice about critics, man?Is critics never ask me how my day wentWell, I’ma tell ’em
Yesterday my dog died, I hog tied a ho, tied her in a bowSaid next time you blow up try to spit a flowYou wanna criticize dog try a little mo’I’m so tired of this I could blow, fire in the holeI’m fired up so fire up the lighter and the ‘droBetter hold on a little tighter here I go
Flows tighter, hot headed as ghost riderCold hearted as spiderman throwin’ a spider in the snowSo ya better get to blowin in flow riderInside of a low rider with no tires in the holeWhy 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 getsThis isn’t gob this is a blister in the saltThose are your wounds this is the salt, so get lostShit dissin’ me is just like pissin’ off the Wizard of OzWrap a lizard in gauze, beat you in the jaws with itGrab the scissors and saws
And cut out your livers gizzards and ballsThrow you in the middle of the ocean in the blizzard with jawsSo sip piss like sizzurp through a strawThen describe how it tasted like dessert to us allGot the gall to make Chris piss in his drawsTicklin’ him go to his grave, skip him and visit his dog
You’re on fireThat’s how ya know your on a roll‘Cause when you hot it’s like your burnin’ up everyone else’s coldYou’re on fireMan, I’m so fuckin’ sick, I got ambulances pullin’ me over and shit
You’re on fireYa need to stop drop and roll ’cause when you say the shitTo give the whole hip hop shop the blowYou’re on fire, yeah, you’re on fire, yeah
I just wrote a bullshit hook in between two long ass versesIf you mistook the for a song, lookThis ain’t a song it’s a warnin’ to Brooke Hogan and David CookThat the crook just took over so book
Run as fast as you can, stop writin’ and kill itI’m lightning in a skillet, you’re a fuckin’ flash in a panI pop up you bitches scatter like hot grease splashin’ a fanMr Mathers is the man
Yeah, I’m pissed but I would rather take this energyAnd stash it in a can, come back and whip your ass with it againSalivas like sulfuric acid in your hand it’ll eat throughAnything metal the ass of Iron Man
Turn him into plastic so for you to thinkThat you could stand a fuckin’ chance is assanineYeah, ask Denaun man, hit a blind man with a coloring bookAnd 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 outAt a homeless man holdin’ a sign sayin’Vietnam vet, I’m out my fuckin’ mind, manKick over the can beat his ass and leave him nine grand
So if I seem a little mean to youThis ain’t savage you ain’t never seen the brewYou wanna get graphic we can go the scenic routeYou couldn’t make a belemic pukeOn a piece of fuckin’ corn and peanut boo
Sayin’ you sick, quit playin’ you prick don’t nobody careThen why the fuck am I yellin’ at airI ain’t even talkin’ to no one ’cause ain’t nobody thereNobody will fuckin’ test me ’cause these hos won’t even dare
I’m wastin’ punchlines but I got so many to spareI just thought of another one that might go hereNaw, don’t waste it save it, psycho, yeahPlus you gotta rewrite those lines that you said about Michael’s hair
You’re on fireThat’s how ya know your on a roll‘Cause when you hot it’s like your burnin’ up everyone else’s coldYou’re on fireMan, I’m so hot my motherfuckin’ firetrucks on fire, homie
You’re on fireYa need to stop drop and roll ’cause when you say the shitTo give the whole hip hop shop the blowYou’re on fire, yeah, your on fireYou’re on fire