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Won't Back Down (feat. Pink)

(Hook)

You can sound the alarm, you can call out your guards

You can fence in your yard, you can pull all the cards

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

(Verse 1)

Caddillac Sevilles, Coupe Deville's

Brain dead rims, yeah stupid wheels

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

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

What I do, I do at will

Shooting from the hip, yeah boy I shoot to kill

Half a breath left on my death bed

Screaming 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 before I foot the bill

Listen garden tool, don't make me introduce you to my power tool

You know the fucking drill

How you douche bags feel knowing you're disposable?

Summer's eve massingale

Shady's got the mass appeal, baby crank the shit

Cause it's your god damned jam

You said you wanted your punclines 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 fucking 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 fucking don't find nanads

Honey I applaude that ass, swear to god man

These broads can't dance, maa show 'em how it's done

Spaz like a god damn Taz, yeah

(Chorus)

You can sound the alarm, you can call out your guards

You can fence in your yard, you can pull all the cards

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

(Verse 2)

Girl shake that ass like a donkey with parkinsons

Make like Michael J Fox in your drawers playing with an etcha-sketch

Bet ya that you'll never guess who's knockin' at your doors

People's hit the floors, yeah tonight ladies you gon' get divorced

Girl forget remorse, Imma hit you broads with

Chris' force like you pissed him off

Talented with the tongue motherucker, you ain't got a lick in yours

Hittin' licks, like I'm robbin' liquor stores

Making cash registers shit their drawers

Think you spit the rawest?

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

Otherwords, I'm off the meat rack, bring the beat back

Bring me two extension cords

Imma 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 fucking swine flu to be a sick pig

You're addicted, I'm dope, I'm the longest needle around here

Need a fix oc? I'm the big shot, get it dick snots?

You're just small bumps, 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 hot

Better call the cops on him quick fast

Shady'd right back on your bitch ass

White trash with a half a six pack in his hatchback

Trailer hitch at-tached to the back, dispatch

(Chorus)

(Verse 3)

Bitch am I the reason that your boyfriend stopped rappin'

Does a bird chirp,

does Lil' Wayne slurp syrup til he burps

And smokes purp,

does a wordsearch, get circled 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 kinda girl that I can take a liking to

Psych I'm spiking 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

Gimmie good brain, watch the woodgrain

Don't want no cum-stain, bitch you listening?

Try to turn me down, slut I'm talking to you

Turn me back up, are you insane

Trying to talk over me in the car, shut the fuck up while my shit's playing

I'm a shit stain on the underwear of life

What's the saying? when there's thunder then there's light-ening

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 seperate occasions?

And you can bet your stinking ass

That I've come to smash everything in my path

Fork was in the road, took the psychopath

Poison Ivy wouldn't have me thinking rash

So hit the dancefloor 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 doodie?

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