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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 they're 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
 Plus 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 ain't even a baby goat



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