Don’t ask me what’s up with the hoes
I’m still working the kinks out
Love stinks, that explains all this anger spillin’ out
And I ain’t chilling out. I got an Oscar but I’m still a grouch
I use it as a doorstop and a prop
For the fucking 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 and break ice waters out
Nice try shorty what?
We can windowshop 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 ya ain’t knowing
What go with you? Where? Nah ain’t going.
Oh wait, you wanna date oh? Well in that case ho, it’s June eigth oh
Kinda like Beethoven composin’ a symphony of hate
So much hate woven into these raps
 I’m straight sewin’
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 woah and
You know what else starts with H though?
Hockey, shit thought I had the bass flowin’
I hate to put you on ice but
You already had three periods in sixty 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
Chop you with a razer 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 sailboat
But I ain’t playing yo
Dope as Shady though
Don’t kid yourself
Bitch you aint even a lady goat