Eminem ft Pink Wont Back Down from Mission Impossible 4 Ghost Protocol
[Hook: Pink]
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, coupe DeVilles
Brain-dead rims, yeah, stupid wheels
Girl I’m too for real
Lose your tooth-and-nail, trying to fight it
Try to deny it, stupid you will feel
What I do, I do at will
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 douchebags feel
Knowing you’re disposable, Summer’s Eve, Massengill
Shady’s got the mass appeal
Baby crank the shit cause it’s your god damn jam
You said that you want your punchlines 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 go bananas
Honey I applaud that ass, swear to God, man
These broads can’t dance
Ma, show them how it’s done, spaz like a god damn Taz, yea
[Hook]
[Verse 2]
Girl shake that ass like a donkey with Parkinson’s
Make like Michael J. Fox is in your drawers
Playing with an etch-a-sketch
Bet you that you’ll never guess who’s knocking at your door
People hit the floors, yeah tonight ladies you gonna get divorced
Girl, forget remorse, I’mma hit you broads with Chris’ force
Like you pissed him off
Talented with the tongue motherfucker
You ain’t got a lick in yours
Hitting licks like I’m robbing 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
In other words I’m off the meat rack, bring the beat back
Bring in two extension cords
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, ock?
I’m the big shot, get it, dick-snots?
You’re just small pokes, 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 hotter
Better call the cops on him quick, fast
Shady’s right back on your bitch-ass
White trash with a half a 6-pack in his hatchback
Trailer hitch attached to the back. Dispatch
[Hook]
[Verse 3]
Bitch am I the reason that your boyfriend stopped rapping?
Does a bird chirp?
Does Lil’ Wayne slurp syrup until 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
Oh, you’re the kind of girl that I could 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
Give me good brain, watch the wood-grain
Don’t want no cum stain..bitch, you listening?
Trying to turn me down, slut I’m talking to you
Turn me back up, are you insane?
Trying 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? Where there’s thunder there’s lightning
And they say that it never strikes twice
In the same place so how the fuck have I
Been hit 6 times in 3 different locations on 4 separate occasions
And you can bet your stanking 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 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?
