Eminem feat P!nk - Won’t Back Down

[Hook]
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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 hold all the cards
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But I won’t back down
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Oh no, I won’t back down, oh no

[Verse 1]
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Cadillac Sevilles, coupe DeVilles
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Brain-dead rims, yeah, stupid wheels
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Girl, I’m too for real, lose your tooth-and-nail
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Tryna fight it, try to deny it, stupid you will feel
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What I do, I do at will
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Shootin’ from the hip, yeah boy, I shoot to kill
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Half a breath left on my death-bed
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Screaming, €œF that!€“ Yeah, super-ill
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Baby, what the deal? We can chill
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Split a half a pill and a Happy Meal
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Fuck a steak slut, I’ll cut my toes off
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And step on the receipt ‘fore I foot the bill
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Listen, garden tool, don’t make me introduce you
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To my power tool, you know the fuckin’ drill
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How you douchebags feel knowin’ you’re disposable?
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Summer’s Eve, Massengill
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Shady’s got the mass appeal
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Baby, crank the shit, ’cause it’s your goddamn jam
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You said that you want your punchlines a little more compact well, shorty, I’m that man
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These other cats ain’t metaphorically where I’m at, man
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I gave Bruce Wayne a Valium
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And said: €œSettle your fuckin’ ass down!
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I’m ready for combat, man!€
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Get it? Calm Batman, nah
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Ain’t nobody who’s as bomb and as nuts
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Lines are like Mom’s CAT-scans
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‘Cause they fuckin’ go bananas
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Honey, I applaud that ass
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Swear to God, man, these broads can’t dance
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Ma, show them how it’s done
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Spaz like a goddamn Taz, yeah

[Hook]
F
You can sound the alarm
F
You can call out your guards
F
You can fence in your yard
F
You can hold all the cards
A
But I won’t back down
F A
Oh no, I won’t back down, oh no

[Verse 2]
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Girl, shake that ass like a donkey with Parkinson’s
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Make like Michael J. Fox is in your drawers
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Playin’ with an etch-a-sketch
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Bet you that you’ll never guess
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Who’s knockin’ at your door, people hit the floors
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Yeah, tonight, ladies, you gonna get divorced
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Girl, forget remorse, I’ma hit you broads
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With Chris’s force like you pissed him off
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Talented with the tongue, mothafucka
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You ain’t got a lick in yours
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Hittin’ licks like I’m robbin’ liquor stores
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Makin’ cash registers shit their drawers
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Think you spit the rawest?
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I’m an uncooked slab of beef layin’ on your kitchen floor
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In other words, I’m off the meat rack
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Bring the beat back, bring in two extension cords
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I’ma measure my dick €”shit, I need six inches more
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Fuck, my dick’s big, bitch, need I remind you
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That I don’t need the fuckin’ 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 €”need a fix, ock?
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I’m the big shot €”get it, dick-snots?
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You’re just small pokes, little pricks
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Girl, you think that other prick’s hot?
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I’ll drink gasoline and eat a lit match
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Before I sit back and let him get hotter
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Better call the cops on him quick, fast
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Shady’s right back on your bitch-ass
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White trash with a half a six-pack in his hatchback
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Trailer hitch attached to the back, dispatch

[Hook]
F
You can sound the alarm
F
You can call out your guards
F
You can fence in your yard
F
You can hold all the cards
A
But I won’t back down
F A
Oh no, I won’t back down, oh no

[Verse 3]
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Bitch, am I the reason that your boyfriend stopped rappin’?
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Does a bird chirp? Does Lil’ Wayne slurp ‘zurp
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‘Til he burps and smoke purp?
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Does a word search get circles wrapped around it
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Like you do when I come through?
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I’d like you to remind yourself of what the fuck I can do
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When I’m on the mic
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Oh, you’re the kind of girl that I could take a likin’ to
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Psych! I’m spikin’ you like a football
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Been this way since I stood a foot tall
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You’re a good catch with a shitty spouse
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Got a pretty mouth and a good jaw
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Give me good brain, watch the wood-grain
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Don’t want no cum stain €”bitch, you listenin’?
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Tryin’ to turn me down, slut, I’m talkin’ to you
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Turn me back up! Are you insane?!
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Tryin’ to talk over me in the car
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Shut the fuck up while my shit’s playin’!
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I’m a shit stain on the underwear of life
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What’s the saying? Where there’s thunder, there is light-
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-ning and they say that it never strikes twice in the same place, so how the fuck have I been hit six times
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In three different locations on four separate occasions?
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And you can bet your stankin’ ass
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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 psycho path
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Poison Ivy wouldn’t have me thinkin’ rash
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So hit the dance-floor, cutie, while I do my duty
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On this microphone; shake your booty, shorty!
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I’m the shit €”why you think Proof used to call me “Doody”?

[Hook]
F
You can sound the alarm
F
You can call out your guards
F
You can fence in your yard
F
You can hold all the cards
A
But I won’t back down
F A
Oh no, I won’t back down, oh no