Symphony in H

[Intro] Tony Touch [Verse: 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 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 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's 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