On Fire — Verse 2

Scored May 17, 2026

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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, it's 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 lightnin' in a skillet, you're a fuckin' flash in the pan

I pop up, you bitches scatter like hot grease splashin' a fan

Mister 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 fuckin' chance is asinine

Yeah, ask Denaun, man

Hit a blind man with a colorin' book

And told him, "Color inside the lines or get hit with a flyin' crayon"

Fuck it, I ain't playin'

Pull up in a van and hop out on a homeless man holding a sign sayin'

"Vietnam vet," I'm out my fuckin' 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 brute

You wanna get graphic, we can go the scenic route

You couldn't make a bulimic puke on a piece of fuckin' corn and peanut poop

Sayin' you sick, quit playin', you prick, don't nobody care

And why the fuck am I yellin' at air?

I ain't even talkin' to no one 'cause ain't nobody there

And nobody will fuckin' test me 'cause these hoes won't even dare

I'm wastin' punchlines, but I got so many to spare

I just thought of another one that might go here

Nah, don't waste it, save it, psycho, yeah

Plus you got to rewrite those lines that you said about Michael's hair (Whoops)

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