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    "Won't Back Down" Lyrics

    Eminem feat. P!nk

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    Genre:Hip-Hop, Rap
    Duration:00:04:27
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    P!nk:
    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 won't back down, oh no

    Eminem:
    Cadillac Sevilles Coup Devilles, brain dead rims yeah stupid wheels
    Girl I'm too for real lose your tooth and nail,
    try to fight it try to deny it stupid you will feel
    What I do I do at will, shootin' from the hip, yeah boy, shoot to kill
    Half a breath left, on my death bed screamin' 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 'fore I foot the bill
    Listen garden tool,
    don't make me introduce you to my power tool, you know the fuckin' drill
    How you douchebags feel,
    knowin' you're disposable, Summer's Eve, Massengil

    Shady's got that mass appeal,
    baby crank this shit 'cause it's your God damn jam
    You say that you want your punch lines
    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 fuckin' ass down, I'm ready for combat, man

    Get it, calm batman, naw, ain't nobody whose as bomb and as
    Nuts, lines are like mom's cat scans 'cause they fuckin' 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

    P!nk:
    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 won't back down, oh no

    Eminem:
    Girl shake that ass like a donkey with Parkinson's
    Make like Michael J. Fox is in your drawers playin' with an etch-a-sketch
    Bet ya that you'll never guess whose knockin' at your doors
    People hit the floors, yeah tonight ladies you gon get divorced

    Girl forget remorse, I'ma hit you
    broads with Chris' force like you pissed him off
    Talented with the tongue, mo'fucker you ain't got a lick in yours
    Hittin' licks like I'm robbin'
    liquor stores, makin' cash registers shit their drawers
    Think you spit the rawest,
    I'm an uncooked slab of beef layin' on your kitchen floor

    Other words, I'm off the meat rack,
    bring the beat back, bring me two extension cords
    I'ma 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 fuckin' 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, dick snots,
    you're just small pokes, little pricks (ha)
    Girl you think that other pricks hot,
    I'll drink gasoline and eat a lit match
    'Fore 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 a half a six-pack
    In his hatch back trailer hitch attached to the back (dispatch)

    P!nk:
    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 won't back down, oh no

    Eminem:
    Bitch, am I the reason that your
    boyfriend stopped rappin', does a bird chirp,flu
    Does Lil Wayne slurp syrup till he
    burps and smoke purp, does a word search
    Gettin' 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, girl,
    you're the kind of girl that I can take a likin' to

    Psych, I'm spikin' 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
    Give me good brain, watch the wood grain,
    don't want no cum stain, bitch you listening
    Tryin' to turn me down, slut I'm talkin' to you,
    turn me back up, are you insane

    Tryin' 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, where there's thunder, there's lightning
    And they say that it never stikes 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 stinkin' ass that
    I've come to smash everything in my path
    Fork was in the road, took the psycho path,
    poison ivy wouldn't have me thinkin' 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 Doody

    P!nk:
    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 won't back down, oh no
    This song was submitted on June 10th, 2010 and last modified on January 24th, 2012.
    Thanks to Aisha and Tony Juneau for the contribution to this song.
    Copyright with Lyrics © Universal Music Publishing Group, Royalty Network.
    Written by Marshall B. III Mathers, Khalil Abdul-Rahman, Erik Albert George Alcock, Liz Rodrigues, Columbus Tower Smith.
    Lyrics licensed by LyricFind.

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