Eminem feat. Pink - Won't Back Down (Remix BLACK OPS by Treyarch) | Текст песни

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• Eminem feat. Pink
• Won't Back Down (Remix BLACK OPS by Treyarch)

[Chorus: 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 One]
Cadillac Sevilles, Coupe DeVilles, brain-dead rims, yeah stupid wheels
Girl I'm too for real, losу your tooth and nail, try ta fight it, try to deny it, stupid you will feel
What I do I do at will, shootin' from the hip, yeah boy I shoot to kill
Half a breath left on my death bed, screamin' \"F that\", yeah, super ill

Baby what the deal, we can chill, split a half-a-pill and a Happy Meal
F**k a steak s**t, 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**kin' drill
How you douchebags feel knowin' you're disposable? Summer's Eve, Massengill

Shady's got that mass appeal, baby crank the sh** cause it's your g**damn 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**kin' a** down I'm ready for combat, man\"

Get it? Calm Batman? Nah, ain't nobody whose as bomb and as nuts
Lines are like mom's cat scans cause they f**kin' go bananas
Honey I applaud that a**, swear to God man, these broads can't dance
Ma, show 'em how it's done, spaz like a g**damn Taz, yeah

[Chorus]

[Verse Two]
Girl shake that a** like a donkey with Parkinson's, make like Michael J. Fox is in your drawers
Playin' with an Etch-a-Sketch, bet ya that you'll never guess whose knockin' at your doors
People hit the floors, yeah tonight ladies you gon' get divorced
Girl forget remorse, I'ma hit you broads with Chris' force like you p**sed him off

Talented with the tongue muthaf**ka, you ain't got a lick in yours
Hittin' licks like I'm robbin' liquor stores, makin' cash registers sh** their drawers
Think you spit the rawest? I'm an uncooked slab of beef, layin' on your kitchen floor
Other words I'm off the meat rack, bring the beat back, bring me two extension cords

I'ma measure my d**k, sh** I need six inches more, f**k my d**k's big, b**ch
Need I remind you? That I don't need the f**kin' 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 d**k snots? You're just small pokes, little pricks, ha

Girl you think that other prick's hot? I'll drink gasoline and eat a lit match
'fore I sit back and let him get hotter, better call the cops on him quick fast
Shady's right back on you're b**ch a**, white trash with a half a six-pack
In his hatchback trailer hitch attached to the back, dispatch

[Chorus]

[Verse Three]
B**ch am I the reason that your boyfriend stopped rappin'? Does a bird chirp?
Does Lil Wayne slurp syrup 'til he burps and smoke purp? Does a word search get
Circled wrapped around it like you do when I come through? I'd like it to remind yourself
Of what the f**k I can do when I'm on the mic, girl you're the kinda girl that I can take a likin' to

Psych, I'm spikin' 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**ch you listenin'?
Tryna turn me down, s**t I'm talkin' to you, turn me back up! Are you insane?

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