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Yeah.. Ya Know?.. Critics Man |
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Critics Never Got Nothin Nice To Say man |
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You know the one thing I notice about critics man? |
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Is.. critics never ask me how my day went |
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Well imma tell em |
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[Verse 1:] |
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Yesterday my dog died, I hog tied a ho, tied her in a bow |
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Said next time you blow up try to spit a flow |
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You wanna criticize dog try a little mo |
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I'm so tired of this I could blow, fire in the hole |
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I'm fired up so fire up the lighter and the dro |
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Better hold on a little tighter here I go |
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Flows tighter, hot headed as ghostrider |
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Cold hearted as spiderman throwin a spider in the snow |
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So ya better get lower than Flo-Rida inside of a lowrider with no tires in the hole |
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Why am I like this? why is winter cold |
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Why is it when I talk I'm so biased to the hoes |
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Listen dog Christmas is off this is as soft as it gets |
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This isnt golf this is a blisterin' assault |
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Those are your wounds this is the salt |
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So get lost |
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Shit dissin me is just like pissin off the wizard of oz |
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Wrap a lizard in gauze beat you in the jaws with it |
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Grab the scissors and saws and |
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Cut out your livers gizzards and balls |
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Throw you in the middle of the ocean in the blizzard with jaws |
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So sip piss like sizzurp through a straw |
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Then discribe how it tasted like dessert to us all |
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Got the gall to make chris piss in his draws |
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Ticklin him go to his grave, skip him and visit his dog |
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[Hook:] |
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You on fire |
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Thats how ya know your on a roll |
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Cause when you hot its like your burnin up everyone elses cold |
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Your on fire |
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Man I'm so fuckin sick I got ambulances pullin me over and shit |
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Your on fire |
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Ya need to stop drop and roll cause when you say the shit to get the whole hip hop shop the blow |
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Your on fire.. your on fire |
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[Verse 2:] |
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I just wrote a bullshit hook in between two long ass verses if you mistook the for a song, look |
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This aint a song its a warnin to brooke, hogan and david cook |
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That the crook just took over so book |
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Run as fast as you can, stop writin and kill it |
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Im lightning in a skillet your a fuckin flash in a pan |
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I pop up you bitches scatter like hot grease splashin a fan |
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Mr mathers is the man |
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Yeah I'm pissed but I would rather take this energy and stash it in a can |
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Come back and whip your ass with it again |
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Salivas like sufiric acid in your hand itll eat through anything metal the ass of iron man |
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Turn him into plastic so for you to think that you could stand a fuckin chance is assanine |
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Yeah ask the nine man |
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Hit a blind man with a coloring book and told him color inside the lines or get hit with a flying crayon |
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Fuck it I aint playin |
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Pull up in a van and hop out at a homeless man holdin a sign sayin |
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Vietnam vet.. I'm out my fuckin mind man |
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Kick over the can beat his ass and leave him 9 grand |
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So if I seem a little mean to you this aint savage you aint never seen a brute |
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You wanna get graphic we can go the scenic route |
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You couldnt make a belemic puke on a piece of fuckin corn and peanut poop |
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Sayin you sick quit playin you prick dont nobody care |
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Then why the fuck am I yellin at air |
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I aint even talkin to noone cause aint nobody there |
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Nobody will fuckin test me cause these hos wont even dare |
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Im wastin punchlines but I got so many to spare I just thought of another one that might go here |
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Naw dont waste it save it psycho yeah |
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Plus you gotta rewrite those lines that you said about michaels hair |
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[Hook:] |
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You're on fire |
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Thats how ya know your on a roll |
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Cause when you hot its like your burnin up everyone elses cold |
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Your on fire |
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Man I'm so hot my motherfuckin firetrucks on fire homie |
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Your on fire |
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Ya need to stop drop and roll cause when you say the shit to give the whole hip hop shop the blow |
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Your on fire.. your on fire |
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Your on fire |
