EminemSymphony In H

Don't ask me what's up with the hoes, I'm still working the kinks out Love stinks, that explains all this anger that's spillin' out And I ain't chilling out. Got an Oscar but I'm still a grouch I use it as a doorstop and a 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 wop, we can windowshop the jewelry store But Christ for that price coulda bought a house Besides only thing I ever had iced out was my heart since I started out It’s F.Y.I, if ya ain't knowing What, go with you? Where? Nah, ain't going Oh wait, you wanna date? Oh, well in that case ho, it's June 8th, oh! And kinda like Beethoven composin' a symphony of hate So much hate woven into these raps He stitches a bitch, straight sewin' Shit, I'm beginning to hate clothing I hate overalls cause they remind me of hoes For Christ sake, they're shaped like an H woah and You know what else starts with H though? Hockey, shit, thought I had the place flowing I hate to put you on ice but You already had 3 periods in 60 minutes, great going Plus you remind me of cocaine, ho You always in the mirror with your face So, 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'd nail J-Lo to the railroad Say I won't! Better hope you can stay afloat When I take the wind out your sailboat But, I ain't playing yo! Dope as Shady? Don't kid yourself, bitch you ain't even a baby goat
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