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    Won't Back Down
    (Hook)

    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

    (Verse 1)

    Cadillacs Sevilles, Coupe Deville's
    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 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 a 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 massingale
    Shady's got the mass appeal, baby crank the shit
    Cause it's your god damned jam
    You said that you want your punclines 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 who's as bomb and as
    Nuts, lines are like mom's cat scans
    Cause they fucking go ba-na-nas
    Honey I applaude that ass, swear to god man
    These mobs can't dance, maa show 'em how it's done
    Spaz like a god damn Taz, yeah

    (Hook)

    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

    (Verse 2)

    Girl shake that ass like a donkey with parkinsons
    Make like Michael J Fox in the jaws playing with an etcha-sketch
    Bet ya that you'll never guess who's knockin' at your doors
    People's hit the floors, yeah tonight ladies you gon' get divorced
    Girl forget remorse, Imma hit you broads with
    Chris' force like you pissed him off
    Talented with the tongue motherucker, you ain't got a lick in yours
    Hittin' licks, like I'm robbin' 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
    Otherwords, I'm off the meat rack, bring the beat back
    Bring it to extension cords
    Imma 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 fucking swine flu to be a sick pig
    You're addicted, I'm dope, I'm the longest needle around here
    Need a fix oc? I'm the big shot, get it dick snots?
    You're just small boats, 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 hot
    Better call the cops on him quick fast
    Shady'd right back on your bitch ass
    White trash with a half a six pack in his hatchback
    Trailer hitch at-tached to the back, dispatch

    (Hook)

    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

    (Verse 3)

    Bitch am I the reason that your boyfriend stopped rappin'
    Does a bird chirp, Lil' Wayne slurps syrup til he burps
    And smokes purp, does a wordsearch get 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 you're the kinda girl 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
    Got a pretty mouth and a good jaw
    Gimmie good brain, watch the woodgrain
    Don't want no cum-stain, bitch you listening?
    Try to turn me down, slut I'm talking to you
    Turn me back up, are you insane
    Try 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? when there's thunder then there's light-ening
    And they say that it never strikes twice in the same place
    Then how the fuck have I been hit six times
    On three different locations on four seperate occasions?
    And you can bet your stinking ass
    That I've come to smash everything in my path
    Folk was in the road, took the psychopath
    Poison Ivy wouldn't have me thinking rash
    So hit the dancefloor 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?

    (Hook)

    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





















































































































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