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    Won't Back Down

     

    You can sound the alarm

    You can call out your guards

    You can fence in your yard

    You can hold all the cards

    But I won't back down

    Oh no, I won't back down, oh no

     

    Cadillac Sevilles, Coupe DeVilles

    Brain-dead rims, yeah, stupid wheels

    Girl, I'm too for real, lose your tooth-and-nail

    Tryna fight it, try to deny it, stupid, you will feel

    What I do, I do at will

    Shootin' from the hip, yeah, boy, I shoot to kill

    Half a breath left on my deathbed

    Screamin', “F that!” – yeah, super-ill

    Baby, what the deal? We can chill

    Split a half a pill and a Happy Meal

    Fuck a steak, slut, I'll cut my toes off

    And step on the receipt 'fore I foot the bill

    Listen, garden tool, don't make me introduce you

    To my power tool, you know the fuckin' drill

    How you douchebags feel knowin' you're disposable?

    Summer's Eve, Massengill

    Shady's got the mass appeal

    Baby, crank the shit, 'cause it's your goddamn jam

    You said that you want your punchlines a little more compact

    Well, shorty, I'm that man

    These other cats ain't metaphorically where I'm at, man

    I gave Bruce Wayne a Valium

    And said, “Settle your fuckin' ass down!

    I'm ready for combat, man!”

    Get it? Calm Batman, nah

    Ain't nobody who's as bomb and as nuts

    Lines are like Mom's CAT-scans

    'Cause they fuckin' go bananas

    Honey, I applaud that ass

    Swear to God, man, these broads can't dance

    Ma, show 'em how it's done

    Spaz like a goddamn Taz, yeah

     

    You can sound the alarm

    You can call out your guards

    You can fence in your yard

    You can hold all the cards

    But I won't back down

    Oh no, I won't back down, oh no

     

    Girl, shake that ass like a donkey with Parkinson's

    Make like Michael J. Fox is in your drawers

    Playin' with an etch-a-sketch

    Bet you that you'll never guess

    Who's knockin' at your door, people hit the floors

    Yeah, tonight, ladies, you gon' get divorced

    Girl, forget remorse, I'ma hit you broads

    With Chris's force like you pissed him off

    Talented with the tongue, ma'fucker

    You ain't got a lick in yours

    Hittin' licks like I'm robbin' liquor stores

    Makin' cash registers shit their drawers

    Think you spit the rawest?

    I'm an uncooked slab of beef layin' on your kitchen floor

    Other words, I'm off the meat rack

    Bring the beat back, bring in two extension cords

    I'ma measure my dick—shit, I need six inches more

    Fuck, my dick's big, bitch, need I remind you

    That I don't need the fuckin' swine flu to be a sick pig?

    You're addicted, I'm dope

    I'm the longest needle around here—need a fix, ock?

    I'm the big shot—get it, dick-snots?

    You're just small pokes, little pricks

    Girl, you think that other prick's hot?

    I'll drink gasoline and eat a lit match

    Before I sit back and let him get hotter

    Better call the cops on him quick, fast

    Shady's right back on your bitch-ass

    White trash with a half a six-pack in his hatchback

    Trailer hitch attached to the back, dispatch

     

    You can sound the alarm

    You can call out your guards

    You can fence in your yard

    You can hold all the cards

    But I won't back down

    Oh no, I won't back down, oh no

     

    Bitch, am I the reason that your boyfriend stopped rappin'?

    Does a bird chirp? Does Lil' Wayne slurp 'zurp

    'Til he burps and smoke purp?

    Does a word search get circles wrapped around it

    Like you do when I come through?

    I'd like you to remind yourself of what the fuck I can do

    When I'm on the mic

    Oh, you're the kind of girl that I could take a likin' to

    Psych! I'm spikin' you like a football

    Been this way since I stood a foot tall

    You're a good catch with a shitty spouse

    Got a pretty mouth and a good jaw

    Give me good brain, watch the wood-grain

    Don't want no cum stain—bitch, you listenin'?

    Tryin' to turn me down, slut, I'm talkin' to you

    Turn me back up! Are you insane?!

    Tryin' to talk over me in the car

    Shut the fuck up while my shit's playin'!

    I'm a shit stain on the underwear of life

    What's the saying? Where there's thunder, there is lightning

    And they say that it never strikes twice in the same place

    Then how the fuck have I been hit six times

    In three different locations on four separate occasions?

    And you can bet your stankin' ass

    That I've come to smash everything in my path

    Fork was in the road, took the psycho path

    Poison Ivy wouldn't have me thinkin' rash

    So hit the dance-floor, cutie, while I do my duty

    On this microphone; shake your booty, shorty!

    I'm the shit—why you think Proof used to call me "Doody"?

     

    You can sound the alarm

    You can call out your guards

    You can fence in your yard

    You can hold all the cards

    But I won't back down

    Oh no, I won't back down, oh no



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