Won't Back Down Lyrics - Recovery - Eminem

You can sound the alarm 

You can call out your guards 

You can fence in your yard 

You can pull all the cards 

But I won't back down, oh, no 

I won't back down, oh, no 

Cadillac Sevilles, Coupe De Villes 

Brain dead rims, yeah, stupid wheels 

Girl, I'm too for real, lose your tooth and nails 

Try to fight it, try to deny it 

Stupid you will feel, what I do, I do at will 

Shooting from the hip, yeah boy shoot to kill 

Half a breath left on my death bed 

Screaming F that yeah super Ill 

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Baby, what the deal, we can chill 

Split half a pill and a happy meal, fuck a stank slut 

I cut my toes off and step on the receipt before I foot the bill 

Listen garden tool don't me introduce you to my power tool 

You know the fucking drill 

How you douche bags feel knowing you're disposable? 

Summers eve Massengill 

Shady's got the mass appeal, baby, crank the shit 

'Cause it's your God damn jam 

You say that you want your punchlines a little more compact 

Well, shawty, I'm that man 

These other cats ain't metaphorically where I'm at man 

I gave Bruce Wayne a Valium and said 

Settle ya fuckin ass down I'm ready for combat, man 

Get it calm Batman? 

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Nah, ain't nobody whose as bomb and as nuts 

Lines are like mum's cat scans 

Cause they fucking dope bananas, honey I applaud that ass 

Swear to God man these moms can't dance, ma show 'em how it's done 

Spazz like a goddamn Tas, yeah 

You can sound the alarm 

You can call out your guards 

You can fence in your yard 

You can pull 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 Parkinsons 

Make like Michael J Fox in the jaws playin' with a etch a sketch 

Betcha that you'll never guess who's knocking 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 paws like you pissed him off 

Talented with the tongue muthfucker 

You ain't gotta lick in yours 

Hittin' licks like I'm robbin' liquor stores 

Makin' cash registers shit their draws 

Think you spit the raw, I'm an uncut slab of beef 

Laying on your kitchen floor 

Other words I'm off the meat rack, bring the beat back 

Bring me two extension chords 

I'mma measure my dick, shit, I need 6 inches more 

Fuck, my dick's big, bitch 

Need I remind you that I don't need the fucking swine flu 

To be a sick pig, you're addicted I'm dope 

I'm the longest needle around here 

Need a fix up I'm the big shot, get it dicks nuts 

Your just small boats little pricks 

Girl you think that other pricks hot 

I'll drink gasoline and eat a lit match 

'Fore I sit back and let 'em get hot 

Better call the cops on 'em quick fast 

Shady's right back on your bitch ass 

White trash with half a six pack in his hatchback 

Trailer hitched attached to the back 

(Dispatch) 

You can sound the alarm 

You can call out your guards 

You can fence in your yard 

You can pull 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 rapping 

Does a bird chirp? 

Does Lil Wayne slurps syrup 'til he burps and smokes purp? 

Does a word search gets 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 

Or your the kind of girl that I can take a liking to 

Psych I'm spiking you like a football 

Been this way since I've stood a foot tall 

Your'e a good catch with a shitty spouse 

Pretty mouth and a good jaw 

Gimme good brain 

Watch the wood grain, don't want no cum stain 

Bitch, you listening tryna' turn me down 

Slut I'm talking to you, turn me back up 

Are you insane tryna talk over me in the car 

Shut the fuck up while my shits playin' 

I'ma shit stain on the underwear of life 

What's the saying? Where there's thunder there's lightening 

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 ocassions? 

And you can bet your stanking ass 

That I've come to smash everything in my path 

Fork was in the road took the psychopath 

Poison ivy wouldn't have me thinking rash 

So hit the dance floor, cutie 

While I do my duty on this microphone 

Shake your booty shawty I'm the shit 

Why you think Proof used to call me Doodi 

You can sound the alarm 

You can call out your guards 

You can fence in your yard 

You can pull all the cards 

But I won't back down, oh, no