Won't Back Down feat. P!nk (Booklet Version) Songtext / Lyric

(Chorus)
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 1)
Cadillac Sevilles, Coup Devilles, brain dead rims, yeah stupid wheels
girl I'm too for real, lose yer tooth and nail, try ta' fight it try to deny it stupid you will feel
what I do I do at will, shootin' from the hip, yeah boy 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
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 douche bags feel knowin' you're disposable? Summer Eve, Massengill
Shady's got that mass appeal, baby crank this shit cause it's your god damn jam
you say that you want your punch lines 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 you fuckin ass down, I'm ready for combat, man"
get it? Calm Bat Man? Nah, ain't nobody whose as bomb and as
nuts, lines are like mom's cat scans, cause they fuckin' go ba-na-na's
honey, I applaud that ass, swear to God man, these broads can't dance
Ma, show 'em how it's done, spaz like a god damn Taz
yeah... (Chorus)
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 2)
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 ya' that you'll never guess whose knockin' at your doors
people hit the floors, yeah tonight ladies you gon' get divorced
girl forget remorse, I'm hit you boards with Chris's force like you pissed him off
talented with the tongue, mo'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 me two extension cords
I'm a 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, litlle pricks (ha)
girl you think that other pricks 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 you're bitch-ass, while trash with a half a six-pack
in his hatch back trailer hitch attached to the back ("dispatch").

(Chorus)
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 3)
Bitch, am I the reason that your boyfriend stopped rappin'? Does a bird chirp? Does Lil Wayne slurp syrup 'till 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- girl you're the kind of girl that I can 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 shittiy 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 listening?
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 playing
I'm a shit stain on the underwear of life
what's the sying? Where there's thunder there's light
-ning, 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 stinkin' 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?"

(Chorus)
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...