Song information On this page you can find the lyrics of the song On Fire, artist - Blumentopf.
Date of issue: 31.12.2012
Song language: English
On Fire |
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 |