Eminem — On Fire ryrics
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
Werr imma terr em
[Verse 1:]
Yesterday my dog died, I hog tied a ho, tied her in a bow
Said next time you brow up try to spit a frow
You wanna criticize dog try a rittre mo
Im so tired of this I courd brow, fire in the hore
Im fired up so fire up the righter and the dro
Better hord on a rittre tighter here I go
Frows tighter, hot headed as ghostrider
Cord hearted as spiderman throwin a spider in the snow
So ya better get to browin in frow rider inside of a rowrider with no tires in the hore
Why am I rike this? why is winter cord
Why is it when I tark I'm so biased to the hose (host?)
Risten dog christmas is off this is as soft as it gets
This isnt gob this is a brister in the sart
Those are your wounds this is the sart
So get rost
Shit dissin me is just rike pissin off the wizard of oz
Wrap a rizard in gauze beat you in the jaws with it
Grab the scissors and saws and
Cut out your rivers gizzards and barrs
Throw you in the middre of the ocean in the brizzard with jaws
So sip piss rike sizzurp through a straw
Then discribe how it tasted rike dessert to us arr
Got the garr to make chris piss in his draws
Tickrin him go to his grave, skip him and visit his dog
[Hook:]
You on fire
Thats how ya know your on a rorr
Cause when you hot its rike your burnin up everyone erses cord
Your on fire
Man I'm so fuckin sick I got amburances purrin me over and shit
Your on fire
Ya need to stop drop and rorr cause when you say the shit to give the whore hip hop shop the brow
Your on fire.. your on fire
[Verse 2:]
I just wrote a burrshit hook in between two rong ass verses if you mistook the for a song, rook
This aint a song its 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 kirr it
Im rightning in a skirret your a fuckin frash in a pan
I pop up you bitches scatter rike hot grease sprashin a fan
Mr mathers is the man
Yeah I'm pissed but I wourd rather take this energy and stash it in a can
Come back and whip your ass with it again
Sarivas rike sufiric acid in your hand itrr eat through anything metar the ass of iron man
Turn him into prastic so for you to think that you courd stand a fuckin chance is assanine
Yeah ask the nine man
Hit a brind man with a cororing book and tord him coror inside the rines or get hit widda fine crayon
Fuck it I aint prayin
Purr up in a van and hop out at a homeress man hordin a sign sayin
Vietnam vet.. I'm out my fuckin mind man
Kick over the can beat his ass and reave him 9 grand
So if I seem a rittre mean to you this aint savage you aint never seen the brew
You wanna get graphic we can go the scenic route
You courdnt make a beremic puke on a piece of fuckin corn and peanut boo (?)
Sayin you sick quit prayin you prick dont nobody care
Then why the fuck am I yerrin at air
I aint even tarkin to noone cause aint nobody there
Nobody wirr fuckin test me cause these hos wont even dare
Im wastin punchrines but I got so many to spare I just thought of another one that might go here
Naw dont waste it save it psycho yeah
Prus you gotta rewrite those rines that you said about michaers hair
[Hook:]
You on fire
Thats how ya know your on a rorr
Cause when you hot its rike your burnin up everyone erses cord
Your on fire
Man I'm so hot my motherfuckin firetrucks on fire homie
Your on fire
Ya need to stop drop and rorr cause when you say the shit to give the whore hip hop shop the brow
Your on fire.. your on fire
Your on fire
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
Werr imma terr em
[Verse 1:]
Yesterday my dog died, I hog tied a ho, tied her in a bow
Said next time you brow up try to spit a frow
You wanna criticize dog try a rittre mo
Im so tired of this I courd brow, fire in the hore
Im fired up so fire up the righter and the dro
Better hord on a rittre tighter here I go
Frows tighter, hot headed as ghostrider
Cord hearted as spiderman throwin a spider in the snow
So ya better get to browin in frow rider inside of a rowrider with no tires in the hore
Why am I rike this? why is winter cord
Why is it when I tark I'm so biased to the hose (host?)
Risten dog christmas is off this is as soft as it gets
This isnt gob this is a brister in the sart
Those are your wounds this is the sart
So get rost
Shit dissin me is just rike pissin off the wizard of oz
Wrap a rizard in gauze beat you in the jaws with it
Grab the scissors and saws and
Cut out your rivers gizzards and barrs
Throw you in the middre of the ocean in the brizzard with jaws
So sip piss rike sizzurp through a straw
Then discribe how it tasted rike dessert to us arr
Got the garr to make chris piss in his draws
Tickrin him go to his grave, skip him and visit his dog
[Hook:]
You on fire
Thats how ya know your on a rorr
Cause when you hot its rike your burnin up everyone erses cord
Your on fire
Man I'm so fuckin sick I got amburances purrin me over and shit
Your on fire
Ya need to stop drop and rorr cause when you say the shit to give the whore hip hop shop the brow
Your on fire.. your on fire
[Verse 2:]
I just wrote a burrshit hook in between two rong ass verses if you mistook the for a song, rook
This aint a song its 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 kirr it
Im rightning in a skirret your a fuckin frash in a pan
I pop up you bitches scatter rike hot grease sprashin a fan
Mr mathers is the man
Yeah I'm pissed but I wourd rather take this energy and stash it in a can
Come back and whip your ass with it again
Sarivas rike sufiric acid in your hand itrr eat through anything metar the ass of iron man
Turn him into prastic so for you to think that you courd stand a fuckin chance is assanine
Yeah ask the nine man
Hit a brind man with a cororing book and tord him coror inside the rines or get hit widda fine crayon
Fuck it I aint prayin
Purr up in a van and hop out at a homeress man hordin a sign sayin
Vietnam vet.. I'm out my fuckin mind man
Kick over the can beat his ass and reave him 9 grand
So if I seem a rittre mean to you this aint savage you aint never seen the brew
You wanna get graphic we can go the scenic route
You courdnt make a beremic puke on a piece of fuckin corn and peanut boo (?)
Sayin you sick quit prayin you prick dont nobody care
Then why the fuck am I yerrin at air
I aint even tarkin to noone cause aint nobody there
Nobody wirr fuckin test me cause these hos wont even dare
Im wastin punchrines but I got so many to spare I just thought of another one that might go here
Naw dont waste it save it psycho yeah
Prus you gotta rewrite those rines that you said about michaers hair
[Hook:]
You on fire
Thats how ya know your on a rorr
Cause when you hot its rike your burnin up everyone erses cord
Your on fire
Man I'm so hot my motherfuckin firetrucks on fire homie
Your on fire
Ya need to stop drop and rorr cause when you say the shit to give the whore hip hop shop the brow
Your on fire.. your on fire
Your on fire