Chords for Eminem - On Fire lyrics

_ _ [Bb] _ _ [Ebm] _ Yeah _
_ _ You know critics man, it's never got nothing nice to say man
_ You know what I noticed about critics man
_ Is critics never ask me how my day was
Well, I'm gonna tell them
Yesterday my dog died a hog tied a hoe tied her in the bow said next time you blog try to spit a flow
You want to criticize don't try a little wrong.
I'm so tired of this I could blow fire in the hole
I'm fine.
I'm so fire up the lighter in the drone better.
Hold on a little tighter here
I go flows tighter hot headed his ghost rider cold hearted his spider man throwing a spider in the snow
So you better keep blowing and flow right of inside of a low rider with no tires in the hole
Why am I like this wise when it's old?
Why is it when I talk?
I'm so biased to the hoes.
Listen dog Christmas is off
This is the salt as it gets this isn't God.
This is a blister in the salt.
Those are your wounds So _ _ _ _ _
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_ _ _ _ You need to stop dropping all these things shit to get the whole hip hop shop the flow
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_ _ Yeah, I just put a bullshit hook in between two long ass verses the demons took this for a song look
This ain't a song is a warning to Brooke Hogan and David cook that the crook just took off
So book run as fast as you can stop writing and kill it I'm lightning in the skillet
You're a fucking flash in the pan.
I pop up you bitches scatter like hot grease splashing the fan.
Mr
Mathis is the man.
Yeah, but I would rather take this energy and stash it in the can go back and whip your ass with it again
Salavas like sulfuric acid in your hand.
It'll eat through anything metal the ass of iron man
Turn them into plastic so for you to think that you can stand a fucking chance assassin on yeah
Hit a blind man with a coloring book and told him color inside the lines of get hit with a fine friend
Fuck it.
I plan pull up in a van and hop out on a homeless man holding the sign saying Vietnam
I'm on my fucking mind man kick over the can beat his ass and leave him nine grand
So if I seem a little mean to you, this ain't savage.
You ain't never seen a brew
You wanna get graphic we can go to scenic route
You couldn't make a bulimic puke on a piece of fucking corn and peanut bruise saying you sick
We're playing you break.
Don't nobody care.
What the fuck am I yelling at air?
I ain't even talking to no one can say nobody and nobody will fucking test because these holes won't even care
I'm wasting punchlines, but I got so many despair.
I just thought of another one that might go here now
I'm wasting it save it cycle.
Yeah, plus you gotta rewrite those lines.
It's set up a Michael's hair
That's how you know, you're gonna go when you're hottest like you're burning up.
Everyone else is home Fire _ _ _
_ _ _ _ You need to stop dropping dogs when you say shit to get the whole
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