Won't Back Down

Eminem - Won't Back Down Lyrics

[Pink]

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 wont back down

Oh no,

[Eminem]

Cadillacs, Appeal Coupe Devilles

brain dead rims yeah stupid wheels

girl I’m too for real

lose your tooth and nails

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 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 half a pill and a happy meal

f-ck a stank slut

I cut my toes off and step on the receipt before I foot the bill

listen garden tool don’t me introduce you to my power tool

you know the f-cking drill

how you douche bags feel knowing you’re disposable?

summers eve Massengill

shady’s got the mass appeal baby crank the sh-t

cause it’s your God-damn jam

you say that you want your punchlines a little more compact

well shawty I’m that man

these other cats aint metaphorically where I’m at man

I gave Bruce Wayne a Valium and said

settle ya f-ckin ass down I’m ready for combat-man

get it calm batman?

nah, aint nobody whose as bomb and as nuts

lines are like mum’s cat scans

cause they f-cking dope ba-na-nas

hunny I applaude that ass

swear to God man these mobs can’t dance

Ma show ‘em how it’s done

spazz like a God Damn Tas, yeah

[Chorus]

[Eminem Verse 2]

Gotta shake that ass like a Donkey with Parkinsons

Make like Michael J Fox in the jaws playin’ with a etch-a-sketch

betcha that you’ll never guess who’s knocking 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 paws like you pissed him off

talented with the tongue muthf-cker

you aint gotta lick in yours

hittin’ licks like I’m robbin’ liquor stores

makin’ cash registers sh-t their draws

think you spit the raw

I’m an uncut slab of beef

laying on your kitchen floor

otherwords I’m off the meat rack

bring the beat back

bring me two extension chords

I’mma measure my d-ck sh-t i need 6 inches more

f-ck my dicks big b-tch

need I remind you that I don’t need the f-cking swine flu to be a sick pig

you’re addicted I’m dope

I’m the longest needle around here

need a fix up I’m the big shot

get it dicks nuts

your just small boats little pricks

girl you think that other pricks hot

I’ll drink gasoline and eat a lit match

‘fore I sit back and let ‘em get hot

better call the cops on ‘em quick fast

shady’s right back on your bitch ass

white trash with half a six pack in his hatchback

trailer hitched a-ttached to the back (dispatch)

[Pink - Chorus]

[Eminem - Verse 3]

Bitch am I the reason that your boyfriend stopped rapping

does a bird chirp, Lil Wayne slurps syrup til he burps

and smokes purp does a wordsearch gets circles wrapped around him like

you do when I come through, I’d like you to remind yourself

of what the f-ck I can do when I’m on the mic

or your the kind of girl that I can take a liking to

psych I’m spiking you like a football

been this way since I’ve stood a foot tall

your’e a good catch with a sh-tty spouse

pretty mouth and a good jaw

gimme good brain

watch the wood grain, don’t want no cum stain

bitch you listening tryna’ turn me down

slut I’m talking to you, turn me back up

are you insane tryna talk over me in the car

shut the f-ck up while my sh-ts playin’

I’ma sh-t stain on the underwear of life

whats the saying? where there’s thunder there’s light-ening

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

then how the f-ck have I been hit six times

in three different locations

on four separate ocassions?

and you can bet your stanking ass

that I’ve come to smash everything in my path

fork was in the road took the pyschopath

poison ivy wouldn’t have me thinking rash

so hit the dance floor cutie while I do my duty on this microphone

shake your booty shawty Im the sh-t

why you think Proof used to call me doodi(?).