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Symphony in H (feat. Eminem)

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 chillin now

I got an Oscar, 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 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 want a date oh? Well in that case ho it's June 8 oh

Kinda like Beethoven composin' a symphony of hate

So much hate woved into these raps

Shit I'm beginning to hate clothing

I hate overalls because they remind me of hoes

For christ sake they're shaped like a 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 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

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