Won't Back Down
[Hook: Pink]You can sound the alarmYou can call out your guardsYou can fence in your yardYou can hold all the cardsBut I won't back downOh no I won't back down, oh no
[Verse 1]Cadillac Sevilles, coupe DeVilles, brain-dead rims, yeah, stupid wheelsGirl I'm too for real, lose your tooth-and-nailTryna fight it, try to deny it, stupid you will feelWhat I do, I do at will, shooting from the hip, yeah boy, I shoot to killHalf a breath left on my death-bed, screaming “F that”, yeah, super-illBaby what the deal? We can chill, split a half a pill and a Happy MealFuck a steak slut, I'll cut my toes off and step on the receiptBefore I foot the bill, listen garden toolDon't make me introduce you to my power tool: You know the fucking drillHow you douchebags feel, knowing you're disposable?Summer's Eve, Massengill, Shady's got the mass appealBaby crank the shit cause it's your goddamn jamYou said that you want your punchlines a little more compactWell shorty, I'm that manThese other cats ain't metaphorically where I'm at manI gave Bruce Wayne a Valium and said: “Settle your fucking ass downI'm ready for combat, man” Get it? Calm Batman, nahAin't nobody who's as bomb and as nutsLines are like Mom's CAT-scans cause they fucking go bananasHoney I applaud that ass, swear to God, man, these broads can't danceMa, show them how it's done, spaz like a goddamn Taz, yea
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[Verse 2]Girl shake that ass like a donkey with Parkinson'sMake like Michael J. Fox is in your drawers, playing with an etch-a-sketchBet you that you'll never guess who's knocking at your doorPeople hit the floors, yeah tonight ladies you gonna get divorcedGirl, forget remorse, I'mma hit you broads with Chris' forceLike you pissed him off, talented with the tongue motherfuckerYou ain't got a lick in yours hitting licksLike I'm robbing liquor stores, making cash registers shit their drawersThink you spit the rawest? I'm an uncooked slab of beefLaying on your kitchen floor, in other words I'm off the meat rackBring the beat back, bring in two extension cordsI'mma measure my dick, shit I need 6 inches moreFuck my dick's big, bitch need I remind youThat I don't need the fucking swine flu to be a sick pig?You're addicted I'm dope, I'm the longest needle around hereNeed a fix, ock? I'm the big shot, get it, dick-snots?You're just small pokes, little pricksGirl you think that other prick's hot, I'll drink gasoline and eat a lit matchBefore I sit back and let him get hotter, better call the cops on him quick, fastShady's right back on your bitch-ass, white trash with a half a 6-packIn his hatchback trailer hitch attached to the back, dispatch
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[Verse 3]Bitch am I the reason that your boyfriend stopped rapping?Does a bird chirp? Does Lil' Wayne slurp syrup until he burpsAnd smoke purp? Does a word search get circles wrapped around itLike you do when I come through? I'd like you to remind yourselfOf what the fuck I can do when I'm on the micOh, you're the kind of girl that I could take a liking toPsych! I'm spiking you like a footballBeen this way since I stood a foot tallYou're a good catch with a shitty spouse, got a pretty mouth and a good jawGive me good brain, watch the wood-grainDon't want no cum stain..bitch, you listening?Trying to turn me down, slut I'm talking to you, turn me back upAre you insane? Trying to talk over me in the carShut the fuck up while my shit's playingI'm a shit stain on the underwear of life, what's the saying?Where there's thunder there's lightning and they say that itNever strikes twice in the same place so how the fuck haveI been hit 6 times in 3 different locations on 4 separate occasionsAnd you can bet your stanking ass that I've come to smashEverything in my path, fork was in the road, took the psycho pathPoison Ivy wouldn't have me thinking rashSo hit the dance-floor cutie while I do my duty on this microphoneShake your booty, shorty, I'm the shitWhy you think Proof used to call me Doody?
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