Symphony in H
Eminem, Tony Touch
Tony Touch
Yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah
Yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah
Don't ask me what's up with the hoes
I'm still working the kinks out (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 window shop the jewelry store
But Christ for that price coulda bought a house (bought a house)
Besides only thing I ever had iced out was my heart since I started out
It's FYI, 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, whoa 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 three periods in sixty minutes, great going
Plus you remind me of cocaine, ho (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 (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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