Symphony In H (feat. Eminem)

Tony Touch Don't ask me what's up with the hoes I'm still working the kinks out (kinks out, kinks out) Love stinks, that explains all this anger that's spilling out And I ain't chilling now I got an Oscar, but I'm still a grouch I use it as a doorstop, and the prop For the broken leg for the couch Yelawolf, Shady, Tony Touch, Slaughterhouse Yeah, the swat team 'bout to break them flyswatters out Go to hell in a drought, break ice waters out Nice try, shorty, what? We can window-shop The jewelry store But Christ, for that price, could've bought a house Besides, only thing I ever had iced out was my heart since I started out It's F.Y.I if you ain't knowing What? Go with you where? Nah, I ain't going Oh wait, you want a date, oh?, Well, in that case, hoe, it's June eight Kinda like Beethoven when composing a symphony of hate So much hate woven into these raps, he stitches a bitch, straight sewin' Shit, I'm beginning to hate clothing Then I hate overalls 'cause they remind me of hoes For Christ' sake, they're shaped like a H, whoa, and You know what else starts with H, though? Hockey, shit thought I had the place flowing And I hate to put you on ice, but You already had 3 periods in 60 minutes, great going Plus you remind me of cocaine, hoe You're always in the mirror with your face off I feel an urge to put you all in a line And chop you with a razor blade, yo, wait I'm an a-hole, devil with a halo Hell-yeah, I nailed J-Lo, to the railroad? Say I won't, better hope you can stay afloat When I take the wind out your sail boat I ain't playing, yo, go for shady, don't kid yourself Bitch, you ain't even a baby goat