Erik Alcock - Won't Back Down lyrics

[Hook: Pink] 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 [Verse 1: Eminem] Cadillac Sevilles, coupe DeVilles Brain-dead rims, yeah, stupid wheels Girl I'm too for real, lose your tooth-and-nail Tryna fight it, try to deny it, stupid you will feel What I do, I do at will Shooting from the hip, yeah boy, I 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 a half a pill and a Happy Meal f** a steak s*ut, 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 f**ing drill How you douchebags feel, knowing you're disposable? Summer's Eve, Ma**engill Shady's got the ma** appeal Baby, crank the sh**, cause it's your goddamn jam You said that you want your punchlines 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 f**ing a** 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 f**ing go bananas Honey I applaud that a**, swear to God Man, these broads can't dance Ma, show them how it's done Spaz like a goddamn Taz, yea [Hook: Pink] 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 [Verse 2: Eminem] Girl shake that a** like a donkey with Parkinson's Make like Michael J. Fox is in your drawers Playing with an etch-a-sketch Bet you that you'll never guess Who's knocking at your door, people hit the floors Yeah, tonight ladies you gonna get divorced Girl, forget remorse, I'mma hit you broads With Chris' force like you pissed him off Talented with the tongue mothaf**a You ain't got a lick in yours Hitting licks like I'm robbing liquor stores Making cash registers sh** their drawers Think you spit the rawest? I'm an uncooked slab of beef laying on your kitchen floor In other words I'm off the meat rack Bring the beat back, bring in two extension cords I'mma measure my dick sh** I need 6 inches more, f** my dick's big, b**h Need I remind you That I don't need the f**ing swine flu to be a sick pig? You're addicted, I'm dope I'm the longest needle around here, need a fix, ock? I'm the big shot, get it, dick-snots? You're just small pokes, 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 hotter Better call the cops on him quick, fast Shady's right back on your b**h-a** White trash with a half a 6-pack in his hatchback Trailer hitch attached to the back, dispatch [Hook: Pink] 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 [Verse 3: Eminem] b**h, am I the reason that your boyfriend stopped rapping? Does a bird chirp? Does Lil' Wayne slurp 'zurp 'til he burps and smoke purp? Does a word search get circles wrapped around it like you do when I come through? I'd like you to remind yourself of what the f** I can do when I'm on the mic Oh, you're the kind of girl that I could 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 sh**ty spouse Got a pretty mouth and a good jaw Give me good brain, watch the wood-grain Don't want no cum stain... b**h, you listening? Trying to turn me down, s*ut I'm talking to you Turn me back up, are you insane? Trying to talk over me in the car Shut the f** up while my sh**'s playing I'm a sh** stain on the underwear of life What's the saying? Where there's thunder there's light- -ning and they say that it never strikes twice in the same place So 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 I've come to smash everything in my path Fork was in the road, took the psycho path 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, shorty, I'm the sh** Why you think Proof used to call me Doody? [Hook: Pink] 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