Eminem - Back To The Music lyrics

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Eminem - Back To The Music lyrics

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 wont back down Oh no I wont back down Oh no Cadillacs, Coupe Devilles Brain dead rims yeah stupid wheels Girl Im 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 k** Half a breath left on my d**h bed Screaming F that yeah super ill Baby what the deal We can chill, split half a pill and a happy meal f** a stank s*ut I cut my toes off and step on the receipt before I foot the bill Listen garden tool dont make me introduce you to my power tool You know the f**ing drill How you douche bags feel knowing youre disposable? Summers eve Ma**engill Shadys got the ma** appeal baby crank the sh** Cause its your God-damn jam You say that you want your punchlines a little more compact Well shawty Im that man These other cats aint metaphorically where Im at man I gave Bruce Wayne a Valium and said Settle ya f**in a** down Im ready for combat man Get it calm batman? Nah, aint nobody whose as bomb and as nuts Lines are like mums cat scans Cause they f**ing dope, bananas Hunny I applaude that a** Swear to God man these mobs cant dance Ma show em how its 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 wont back down Oh no I wont back down Oh no Gotta shake that a** like a Donkey with Parkinsons Make like Michael J Fox in the Jaws playin with a etch-a-sketch Betcha that youll never guess whos knocking at your door People hit the floors Yeah tonight ladies you gon get divorced Girl forget remorse, Ima hit you broads with Chriss paws like you pissed him off Talented with the tongue muthaf**er You aint gotta lick in yours Hittin licks like Im robbin liquor stores Makin cash registers sh** their draws Think you spit the raw Im an uncut slab of beef Laying on your kitchen floor Otherwords Im off the meat rack Bring the beat back Bring me two extension chords Imma measure my dick sh** I need 6 inches more f** my dicks big b**h Need I remind you that I dont need the f**ing swine flu to be a sick pig Youre addicted Im dope Im the longest needle around here Need a fix up Im the big shot Get it dicks nuts Your just small boats little pricks Girl you think that other pricks hot Ill drink gasoline and eat a lit match Fore I sit back and let em get hot Better call the cops on em quick fast Shadys right back on your b**h a** White trash with a half of 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 wont back down Oh no I wont back down Oh no b**h 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, Id like you to remind yourself Of what the f** I can do when Im on the mic Or your the kind of girl that I can take a liking to Psych Im spiking you like a football Been this way since Ive stood a foot tall Youre a good catch with a sh**ty spouse Got a pretty mouth and a good jaw Gimme good brain Watch the wood grain, dont want no cum stain b**h you listening tryna turn me down s*ut m talking to you, turn me back up Are you insane tryna talk over me in the car Shut the f** up while my sh**s playin Ima sh** stain on the underwear of life Whats they saying? wheres thunder theres light And they say that it never strikes twice in the same place Then how the f** have I been hit six times In three different locations On four separate occasions? And you can bet your stanking a** That Ive come to smash everything in my path Fork was in the road took the psychopath Poison ivy wouldnt 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** Why you think Proof used to call me Doody 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 wont back down Oh no I wont back down Oh no