Song information On this page you can find the lyrics of the song Won't Back Down, artist - Eminem. Album song Recovery, in the genre Иностранный рэп и хип-хоп
Date of issue: 20.06.2010
Age restrictions: 18+
Record label: Aftermath
Song language: English
Won't Back Down |
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, |
Cadillacs, 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 it well |
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 a*s 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 |
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 |
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 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 d*cks 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 b*tch a*s |
White trash with half a six pack in his hatchback |
Trailer hitched a-ttached 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 wont back down |
Oh no 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 a*s |
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 |
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 |