Eminem - Won't Back Down (feat. P!NK) (Recover 2010) | Текст песни

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• Won't Back Down (feat. P!NK) (Recover 2010)

[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, losin' tooth-and-nail, tryna fight it, try to deny it, stupid you will feel
What I do, I do it well, 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 sl*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 the 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 who's as bombin' as us
Mines 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 them 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 you that you'll never guess who's knockin' at your door
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
In other words I'm off the meat rack, bring the beat back, bring in 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, ah?
I'm the big shot, get it, d**k-snots? You're just small pokes, little pr*cks

Girl you think that other pr*ck'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 your 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 you're boyfriend stopped rappin'? Does a bird chirp?
Does Lil' Wayne slurp syrup until he burps and smoke purp? Does a word search get circled?
Wrapped around it like you're doin', I come through it like it to remind yourself
Of what the f**k I can do when I'm on the mic, oh, you're the kinda girl that I could 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 c*m stain, b**ch, you listenin'?
Tryna turn me down, sl*t I'm talkin' to you, turn me back up, are you insane?

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