Song information On this page you can find the lyrics of the song On Fire (feat. Johnny Popcorn), artist - Blumentopf. Date of issue: 31.12.2011
Song language: English
On Fire (feat. Johnny Popcorn) |
| 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 Imma tell 'em … |
| Yesterday my dog died, I hog tied a ho, tied her in a bow |
| So the next time you blog try to spit a flow |
| You want to 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 |
| 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 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 |
| Shit dissing me is just like pissing 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 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 |
| You’re on fire |
| Thats how you know you’re on a roll |
| Cause when you hot its like your burning up everyone else’s cold |
| You’re on fire |
| Man I’m so fucking sick I got ambulances pulling me over and shit |
| You’re on fire |
| You need to stop drop and roll |
| Cause when you say the shit to get the whole Hip Hop Shop to blow |
| You’re on fire, you’re on fire |
| I just put a bullshit hook in between two long ass verses |
| If you mistook this for a song, look |
| This ain’t 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 |
| I’m lightning in a skillet you’re a fucking flash in a pan |
| I pop up you bitches scatter like hot grease splashing 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 ass with it again |
| Saliva’s like sulfuric acid in your hand |
| It’ll eat through anything metal, the ass of Iron Man |
| Turn him into plastic |
| So for you to think that you could stand a fucking 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 flyin crayon, fuck it I ain’t playing |
| Pull up in a van and hop out at a homeless man |
| Holding a sign saying: Vietnam vet, I’m out my fucking mind man |
| Kick over the can, beat his ass, and leave him 9 grand |
| So if I seem a little mean to you |
| This ain’t savage you ain’t never seen a brute |
| You want to get graphic we can go the scenic route |
| You couldn’t make a bulimic puke |
| On a piece of fucking corn and peanut poop |
| Saying you sick, quit playing you prick don’t nobody care |
| And why the fuck am I yelling at air |
| I ain’t even talking to no one cause ain’t nobody there |
| Nobody will fucking test me cause these hoes won’t even dare |
| I’m wasting 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 got to rewrite those lines that you said about Michael’s hair |
| You’re on fire |
| Thats how you know you’re on a roll |
| Cause when you hot its like your burning up everyone else’s cold |
| You’re on fire |
| Man I’m so fucking sick I got ambulances pulling me over and shit |
| You’re on fire |
| You need to stop drop and roll |
| Cause when you say the shit to get the whole Hip Hop Shop to blow |
| You’re on fire, you’re on fire |