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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, €œF 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: €œSettle 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