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