Don't ask me what's up with the hoesI'm still working the kinks outLove stinks, that explains all this anger that's spillin' outAnd I ain't chillin nowI got an Oscar, I'm still a grouchI use it as a doorstop, and the propFor the broken leg for the couchYelawolf, Shady, Tony, touch SlaughterhouseYeah the swat team bout to break them flyswatters outGo to hell in a drought, break ice waters outNice try, shorty what? We can window shopThe jewelry storeBut Christ, for that price coulda bought a houseBesides only thing I ever had iced outWas my heart since I started outIt's F. Y. I if ya ain't knowingWhat go with you? Where? Nah ain't goingOh wait, you want a date oh?
Well in that case ho it's June 8 ohKinda like Beethoven composin' a symphony of hateSo much hate woved into these rapsShit I'm beginning to hate clothingI hate overalls because they remind me of hoesFor christ sake theyre shaped like a H woah, andYou know what else starts with H, though?Hockey, shit thought I had the place flowing
I hate to put you on ice butYou already had 3 periods in 60 minutes, great goingPlus you remind me of cocaine hoYou always in the mirror with your face offI feel an urge to put you all in a lineAnd chop you with a razor blade, yo waitI'm an a-hole, devil with a HaloHell yeah I nailed J-Lo, to the railroadSay I won't, better hope you can stay afloatWhen I take the wind out your sail boatI ain't playing yo! Go for Shady don't kid yourselfBitch, you aint even a baby goat