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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 chillin now I got an Oscar, I'm still a grouch I use it as a doorstop, and the 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 what? 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 want a date oh? Well in that case ho it's June 8 oh Kinda like Beethoven composin' a symphony of hate So much hate woved into these raps Shit I'm beginning to hate clothing I hate overalls because they remind me of hoes For christ sake theyre shaped like a 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 Letras de cancionesPlus you remind me of cocaine ho 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 nailed J-Lo, to the railroad Say I won't, better hope you can stay afloat When I take the wind out your sail boat I ain't playing yo! Go for Shady don't kid yourself Bitch, you aint even a baby goat From Letras Mania