Won't Back Down (feat. P!nk)

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

Cadillac Sevilles, Coupe De Villes

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, fuck 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 fucking drill

How you douche bags feel knowing you're disposable?

Summers eve Massengill

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

'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 ain't metaphorically where I'm at man

I gave Bruce Wayne a Valium and said

Settle ya fuckin 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 mum's cat scans

Cause they fucking dope bananas, honey I applaud that ass

Swear to God man these moms can't dance, ma show 'em how it's done

Spazz like a goddamn Tas, yeah

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

Girl, 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 force like you pissed him off

Talented with the tongue muthfucker

You ain't gotta lick in yours

Hittin' licks like I'm robbin' liquor stores

Makin' cash registers shit their draws

Think you spit the raw, I'm an uncut slab of beef

Laying on your kitchen floor

Other words I'm off the meat rack, bring the beat back

Bring me two extension chords

I'mma measure my dick, shit, I need 6 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, ock? 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 attached to the back

(Dispatch)

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

Bitch, am I the reason that your boyfriend stopped rapping

Does a bird chirp?

Does Lil Wayne slurps syrup 'til he burps and smokes 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

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

You're a good catch with a shitty 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 fuck up while my shits playin'

I'ma shit stain on the underwear of life

What's the saying? Where there's thunder there's lightening

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 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 I'm the shit

Why you think Proof used to call me Doodi

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