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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 Well imma tell em [Verse 1:] Yesterday my dog died, I hog tied a ho, tied her in a bow Said next time you blow up try to spit a flow You wanna criticize dog try a little mo 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 ghostrider Cold hearted as spiderman throwin a spider in the snow So ya 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 isnt golf this is a blisterin' assault Those are your wounds this is the salt So get lost Shit dissin me is just like pissin 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 Letras de cancionesThrow you in the middle of the ocean in the blizzard with jaws So sip piss like sizzurp through a straw Then discribe how it tasted like dessert to us all Got the gall to make chris piss in his draws Ticklin him go to his grave, skip him and visit his dog [Hook:] You on fire Thats how ya know your on a roll Cause when you hot its like your burnin up everyone elses cold Your on fire Man I'm so fuckin sick I got ambulances pullin me over and shit Your on fire Ya need to stop drop and roll cause when you say the shit to get the whole hip hop shop the blow Your on fire.. your on fire [Verse 2:] I just wrote a bullshit hook in between two long ass verses if you mistook the for a song, look 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 kill it Im lightning in a skillet your a fuckin flash in a pan I pop up you bitches scatter like hot grease splashin 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 Salivas like sufiric acid in your hand itll eat through anything metal the ass of iron man Turn him into plastic so for you to think that you could stand a fuckin chance is assanine Yeah ask the nine man Hit a blind man with a coloring book and told him color inside the lines or get hit with a flying crayon Fuck it I aint playin Pull up in a van and hop out at a homeless man holdin a sign sayin Vietnam vet.. I'm out my fuckin mind man Kick over the can beat his ass and leave him 9 grand So if I seem a little mean to you this aint savage you aint never seen a brute You wanna get graphic we can go the scenic route You couldnt make a belemic puke on a piece of fuckin corn and peanut poop Sayin you sick quit playin you prick dont nobody care Then why the fuck am I yellin at air I aint even talkin to noone cause aint nobody there Nobody will fuckin test me cause these hos wont even dare Im wastin punchlines 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 Plus you gotta rewrite those lines that you said about michaels hair [Hook:] You're on fire Thats how ya know your on a roll Cause when you hot its like your burnin up everyone elses cold Your on fire Man I'm so hot my motherfuckin firetrucks on fire homie Your on fire Ya need to stop drop and roll cause when you say the shit to give the whole hip hop shop the blow Your on fire.. your on fire Your on fire From Letras Mania