Won't Back Down

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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 wont back down
Oh no
Cadillac's Seville's, Coupe de Ville's
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
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 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, Massengill
Shady's got the mass appeal
Baby crank that shit 'cause it's your God-damn 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 fucking ass down I'm ready for combat, man"
Get it calm Batman? Nah, ain't nobody whose as bomb and as nuts
Lines are like mom's CAT-scans 'cause they fucking 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 god damn Taz, yeah.
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Girl shake that ass like a donkey with Parkinson's
Make like Michael J. Fox is in your drawers playing 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'm a hit you broads with
Chris' force like you pissed him off
Talented with the tongue motherfucker, you ain't gotta lick in yours
Hitting licks like I'm robbing 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, other words I'm off the meat rack
Bring the beat back, bring in two extension chords
I'mma measure my dick, shit I need 6 inches more
Fuck my dicks 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 ock? I'm the big shot, get it, dicks 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 half a six pack
In his hatchback trailer hitch attached to the back
Dispatch.
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Bitch am I the reason that your boyfriend stopped rapping?
Does a bird chirp? Does Lil' Wayne slurp syrup until he burps
And smoke purp? Does a word search gets 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 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 stood a foot tall
You're a good catch, with a shitty spouse
Gotta pretty mouth and a good jaw
Gimme good brain, watch the wood grain,
Don't want no cum stain...Bitch you listening?
Trying 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 shits playing
I'm a shit stain on the underwear of life
What's the saying? Where there's thunder there's 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 stanking 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 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 Doodie?
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