DJ Tony Touch - Symphony In H lyrics

rate me

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 spilling 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, water’s out

Nice try shorty, why?

We can window shop at 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? No, ain't going

Oh, wait, you wanna date? Oh, well in that case hoe, it's June 8th, oh

And kinda like Beethoven composing a symphony of hate

So much hate woven into these raps

He stitches a bitch, straight sowing

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 3 periods in 60 minutes, great going

Plus you remind me of cocaine, hoe

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'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