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