Song lyrics

Won't Back Down

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

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

Shootin' from the hip, yeah, boy, I shoot to kill

Half a breath left on my deathbed

Screamin', “F that!” – yeah, super-ill

Baby, what the deal? We can chill

Split a half a pill and a Happy Meal

Fuck a steak, slut, 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 fuckin' drill

How you douchebags feel knowin' you're disposable?

Summer's Eve, Massengill

Shady's got the mass appeal

Baby, crank the shit, '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 fuckin' ass 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 fuckin' go bananas

Honey, I applaud that ass

Swear to God, man, these broads can't dance

Ma, show 'em how it's done

Spaz like a goddamn Taz, yeah

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

Girl, shake that ass 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's force like you pissed him off

Talented with the tongue, ma'fucker

You ain't got a lick in yours

Hittin' licks like I'm robbin' liquor stores

Makin' cash registers shit 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 in two extension cords

I'ma measure my dick—shit, I need six inches more

Fuck, my dick's big, bitch, need I remind you

That I don't need the fuckin' 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 bitch-ass

White trash with a half a six-pack in his hatchback

Trailer hitch attached to the back, dispatch

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

Bitch, am I the reason that your boyfriend stopped rappin'?

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 fuck I can do

When I'm on the mic

Oh, you're the kind of 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 shitty spouse

Got a pretty mouth and a good jaw

Give me good brain, watch the wood-grain

Don't want no cum stain—bitch, you listenin'?

Tryin' to turn me down, slut, I'm talkin' to you

Turn me back up! Are you insane?!

Tryin' to talk over me in the car

Shut the fuck up while my shit's playin'!

I'm a shit stain on the underwear of life

What's the saying? Where there's thunder, there is lightning

And they say that it never strikes twice in the same place

Then how the fuck have I been hit six times

In three different locations on four separate occasions?

And you can bet your stankin' ass

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 thinkin' rash

So hit the dance-floor, cutie, while I do my duty

On this microphone; shake your booty, shorty!

I'm the shit—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 hold all the cards

But I won't back down

Oh no, I won't back down, oh no