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
(Verse 1)
Cadillacs appeals, Coupe Deville's 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 it well Shooting from the hip, yeah boy I shoot to kill Half a breath left on my death bed Screaming 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 before I foot the bill Listen garden tool, don't make me introduce you to my power tool You know the fucking drill How you douche bags feel knowing you're disposable? Summer's eve massingale Shady's got the mass appeal, baby crank the shit Cause it's your god damned jam You said you wanted your punclines 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 fucking 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 fucking dope bananas Honey I applaude that ass, swear to god man These mobs can't dance, maa show 'em how it's done Spaz like a god damn Taz, yeah
(Hook)
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
(Verse 2)
Girl shake that ass like a donkey with parkinsons Make like Michael J Fox in the jaws playing with an etcha-sketch Bet ya that you'll never guess who's knockin' at your doors People's hit the floors, yeah tonight ladies you gon' get divorced Girl forget remorse, Imma hit you broads with Chris' force like you pissed him off Talented with the tongue motherucker, you ain't got a lick in yours Hittin' licks, like I'm robbin' liquor stores Making cash registers shit their drawers Think you spit the rawest? I'm an uncooked slab of beef laying on your kitchen floor Otherwords, I'm off the meat rack, bring the beat back Bring it to extension cords Imma 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 fucking swine flu to be a sick pig You're addicted, I'm dope, I'm the longest needle around here Need a fix oc? I'm the big shot, get it dick snots? You're just small boats, 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 hot Better call the cops on him quick fast Shady'd right back on your bitch ass White trash with a half a six pack in his hatchback Trailer hitch if tats to the back, quick dispatch
(Hook)
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
(Verse 3)
Bitch am I the reason that your boyfriend stopped rappin' Does a bird chirp, Lil' Wayne slurps syrup til he burps And smokes purp, does a wordsearch, get's circles wrapped around him 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 kinda girl I can take a liking to Psych I'm spiking 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 Gimmie good brain, watch the woodgrain Don't want no cum-stain, bitch you listening? Try to turn me down, slut I'm talking to you Turn me back up, are you insane Try 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 saying? when there's thunder then there's light-ening And they say that it never strikes twice in the same place Then how the fuck have I been hit six times On three different locations on four seperate occasions? And you can bet your stinking 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 dancefloor 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 doodie?
(Hook)
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 noTeksty umieszczone na naszej stronie są własnością wytwórni, wykonawców, osób mających do nich prawa.
