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[Hook]
FYou can sound the alarm
FYou can call out your guards
FYou can fence in your yard
FYou can hold all the cards
But I Awon't back down
FOh no, I Awon't back down, oh no
Verse 1
F#mCadillac Sevilles, coupe DeVilles
F#mBrain-dead rims, yeah, stupid wheels
F#mGirl, I'm too for real, lose your tooth-and-nail
F#mTryna fight it, try to deny it, stupid you will feel
F#mWhat I do, I do at will
F#mShootin' from the hip, yeah boy, I shoot to kill
F#mHalf a breath left on my death-bed
F#mScreaming, F that! Yeah, super-ill
F#mBaby, what the deal? We can chill
F#mSplit a half a pill and a Happy Meal
F#mFuck a steak slut, I'll cut my toes off
F#mAnd step on the receipt 'fore I foot the bill
F#mListen, garden tool, don't make me introduce you
F#mTo my power tool, you know the fuckin' drill
F#mHow you douchebags feel knowin' you're disposable?
F#mSummer's Eve, Massengill
F#mShady's got the mass appeal
F#mBaby, crank the shit, 'cause it's your goddamn jam
F#mYou said that you want your punchlines a little more compact well, shorty, I'm that man
F#mThese other cats ain't metaphorically where I'm at, man
F#mI gave Bruce Wayne a Valium
F#mAnd said: Settle your fuckin' ass down!
F#mI'm ready for combat, man!
F#mGet it? Calm Batman, nah
F#mAin't nobody who's as bomb and as nuts
F#mLines are like Mom's CAT-scans
F#m'Cause they fuckin' go bananas
F#mHoney, I applaud that ass
F#mSwear to God, man, these broads can't dance
F#mMa, show them how it's done
F#mSpaz like a goddamn Taz, yeah
[Hook]
FYou can sound the alarm
FYou can call out your guards
FYou can fence in your yard
FYou can hold all the cards
But I Awon't back down
FOh no, I Awon't back down, oh no
Verse 2
F#mGirl, shake that ass like a donkey with Parkinson's
F#mMake like Michael J. Fox is in your drawers
F#mPlayin' with an etch-a-sketch
F#mBet you that you'll never guess
F#mWho's knockin' at your door, people hit the floors
F#mYeah, tonight, ladies, you gonna get divorced
F#mGirl, forget remorse, I'ma hit you broads
F#mWith Chris's force like you pissed him off
F#mTalented with the tongue, mothafucka
F#mYou ain't got a lick in yours
F#mHittin' licks like I'm robbin' liquor stores
F#mMakin' cash registers shit their drawers
F#mThink you spit the rawest?
F#mI'm an uncooked slab of beef layin' on your kitchen floor
F#mIn other words, I'm off the meat rack
F#mBring the beat back, bring in two extension cords
F#mI'ma measure my dick shit, I need six inches more
F#mFuck, my dick's big, bitch, need I remind you
F#mThat I don't need the fuckin' swine flu to be a sick pig?
F#mYou're addicted, I'm dope
F#mI'm the longest needle around here need a fix, ock?
F#mI'm the big shot get it, dick-snots?
F#mYou're just small pokes, little pricks
F#mGirl, you think that other prick's hot?
F#mI'll drink gasoline and eat a lit match
F#mBefore I sit back and let him get hotter
F#mBetter call the cops on him quick, fast
F#mShady's right back on your bitch-ass
F#mWhite trash with a half a six-pack in his hatchback
F#mTrailer hitch attached to the back, dispatch
[Hook]
FYou can sound the alarm
FYou can call out your guards
FYou can fence in your yard
FYou can hold all the cards
But I Awon't back down
FOh no, I Awon't back down, oh no
Verse 3
F#mBitch, am I the reason that your boyfriend stopped rappin'?
F#mDoes a bird chirp? Does Lil' Wayne slurp 'zurp
F#m'Til he burps and smoke purp?
F#mDoes a word search get circles wrapped around it
F#mLike you do when I come through?
F#mI'd like you to remind yourself of what the fuck I can do
F#mWhen I'm on the mic
F#mOh, you're the kind of girl that I could take a likin' to
F#mPsych! I'm spikin' you like a football
F#mBeen this way since I stood a foot tall
F#mYou're a good catch with a shitty spouse
F#mGot a pretty mouth and a good jaw
F#mGive me good brain, watch the wood-grain
F#mDon't want no cum stain bitch, you listenin'?
F#mTryin' to turn me down, slut, I'm talkin' to you
F#mTurn me back up! Are you insane?!
F#mTryin' to talk over me in the car
F#mShut the fuck up while my shit's playin'!
F#mI'm a shit stain on the underwear of life
F#mWhat's the saying? Where there's thunder, there is light-
F#m-ning and they say that it never strikes twice in the same place, so how the fuck have I been hit six times
F#mIn three different locations on four separate occasions?
F#mAnd you can bet your stankin' ass
F#mThat I've come to smash everything in my path
F#mFork was in the road, took the psycho path
F#mPoison Ivy wouldn't have me thinkin' rash
F#mSo hit the dance-floor, cutie, while I do my duty
F#mOn this microphone; shake your booty, shorty!
F#mI'm the shit why you think Proof used to call me "Doody"?
[Hook]
FYou can sound the alarm
FYou can call out your guards
FYou can fence in your yard
FYou can hold all the cards
But I Awon't back down
FOh no, I Awon't back down, oh no