| You can sound the alarm
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| You can call out your guards
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| You can fence in your yard
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| You can pull all the cards
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| But I won’t back down
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| Oh no I wont back down
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| Oh no,
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| Cadillacs, Coupe Devilles
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| Brain dead rims yeah stupid wheels
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| Girl I’m too for real
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| Lose your tooth and nails
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| Try to fight it, try to deny it Stupid you will feel
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| What I do, I do it well
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| Shooting from the hip, yeah boy shoot to kill
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| Half a breath left on my death bed
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| Screaming F that yeah super ill
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| Baby what the deal
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| We can chill, split half a pill and a happy meal
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| F*ck a stank slut
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| I cut my toes off and step on the receipt before I foot the bill
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| Listen garden tool don’t me introduce you to my power tool
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| You know the f*cking drill
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| How you douche bags feel knowing you’re disposable?
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| Summers eve Massengill
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| Shady’s got the mass appeal baby crank the sh-t
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| Cause it’s your God-damn jam
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| You say that you want your punchlines a little more compact
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| Well shawty I’m that man
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| These other cats aint metaphorically where I’m at man
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| I gave Bruce Wayne a Valium and said
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| Settle ya f*ckin a*s down I’m ready for combat-man
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| Get it calm batman?
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| Nah, aint nobody whose as bomb and as nuts
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| Lines are like mum’s cat scans
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| Cause they f*cking dope
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| Hunny I applaude that ass
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| Swear to God man these mobs can’t dance
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| Ma show ‘em how it’s done
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| Spazz like a God Damn Tas, yeah
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| You can sound the alarm
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| You can call out your guards
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| You can fence in your yard
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| You can pull all the cards
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| But I won’t back down
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| Oh no I wont back down
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| Oh no Gotta shake that ass like a Donkey with Parkinsons
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| Make like Michael J Fox in the jaws playin' with a etch-a-sketch
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| Betcha that you’ll never guess who’s knocking at your door
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| People hit the floors
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| Yeah tonight ladies you gon get divorced
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| Girl forget remorse, I’ma hit you broads with
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| Chris’s paws like you pissed him off
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| Talented with the tongue muthf*cker
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| You aint gotta lick in yours
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| Hittin' licks like I’m robbin' liquor stores
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| Makin' cash registers sh*t their draws
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| Think you spit the raw
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| I’m an uncut slab of beef
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| Laying on your kitchen floor
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| Otherwords I’m off the meat rack
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| Bring the beat back
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| Bring me two extension chords
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| I’mma measure my d*ck sh*t I need 6 inches more
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| F*ck my dicks big b*tch
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| Need I remind you that
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| I don’t need the f*cking swine flu to be a sick pig
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| You’re addicted I’m dope
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| I’m the longest needle around here
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| Need a fix up I’m the big shot
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| Get it d*cks nuts
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| Your just small boats little pricks
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| Girl you think that other pricks hot
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| I’ll drink gasoline and eat a lit match
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| ‘Fore I sit back and let ‘em get hot
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| Better call the cops on ‘em quick fast
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| Shady’s right back on your b*tch a*s
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| White trash with half a six pack in his hatchback
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| Trailer hitched a-ttached to the back (dispatch)
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| You can sound the alarm
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| You can call out your guards
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| You can fence in your yard
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| You can pull all the cards
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| But I won’t back down
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| Oh no I wont back down
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| Oh no Bitch am I the reason that your boyfriend stopped rapping
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| Does a bird chirp, Lil Wayne slurps syrup til he burps
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| And smokes purp does a wordsearch gets circles wrapped around him like
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| You do when I come through, I’d like you to remind yourself
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| Of what the f*ck I can do when I’m on the mic
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| Or your the kind of girl that I can take a liking to Psych I’m spiking you like a football
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| Been this way since I’ve stood a foot tall
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| Your’e a good catch with a sh*tty spouse
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| Pretty mouth and a good jaw
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| Gimme good brain
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| Watch the wood grain, don’t want no cum stain
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| Bitch you listening tryna' turn me down
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| Slut I’m talking to you, turn me back up Are you insane tryna talk over me in the car
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| Shut the f*ck up while my sh*ts playin'
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| I’ma sh*t stain on the underwear of life
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| Whats the saying? |
| where there’s thunder there’s light-ening
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| And they say that it never strikes twice in the same place
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| Then how the f*ck have I been hit six times
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| In three different locations
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| On four separate ocassions?
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| And you can bet your stanking a*s
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| That I’ve come to smash everything in my path
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| Fork was in the road took the pyschopath
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| Poison ivy wouldn’t have me thinking rash
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| So hit the dance floor cutie while
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| I do my duty on this microphone
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| Shake your booty shawty Im the sh*t
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| Why you think Proof used to call me doodi
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| You can sound the alarm
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| You can call out your guards
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| You can fence in your yard
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| You can pull all the cards
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| But I won’t back down
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| Oh no I wont back down
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| Oh no |
Song information On this page you can read the lyrics of the song Won't Back Down , by - Eminem. Song from the album Recovery, in the genre Иностранный рэп и хип-хоп