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