Eminem – Won’t Back Down (feat. Skylar Grey) (On Radio 1) (Live)

You can sound the alarm
Give me good brain, watch the wood-grain
Fox is in your drawers Make like Michael J.
Listen, garden tool, don’t make me introduce you
[Verse 2: Eminem]
Lines are like Mom’s CAT-scans
I’ll drink gasoline and eat a lit match
Spaz like a goddamn Taz, yeah

Oh no, I won’t back down, oh no
Makin’ cash registers shit their drawers

‘Cause they fuckin’ go bananas
Talented with the tongue, mothafucka
With Chris’s force like you pissed him off
You can fence in your yard
You said that you want your punchlines a little more compact—well, shorty, I’m that man
You can sound the alarm
You can sound the alarm
You can call out your guards
You can call out your guards
Are you insane?! Turn me back up!
On this microphone; shake your booty, shorty!
Baby, crank the shit, ’cause it’s your goddamn jam
Bet you that you’ll never guess
Like you do when I come through?

[Hook: Pink]
[Hook: Pink]
I’m a shit stain on the underwear of life
Tryna fight it, try to deny it, stupid you will feel
You can hold all the cards
Shady’s right back on your bitch-ass
Yeah, tonight, ladies, you gonna get divorced
[Hook: Pink]
I’m the longest needle around here—need a fix, ock?
Tryin’ to talk over me in the car
That I’ve come to smash everything in my path
Bitch, am I the reason that your boyfriend stopped rappin’?
In three different locations on four separate occasions?
Better call the cops on him quick, fast
Oh no, I won’t back down, oh no
Does Lil’ Wayne slurp ‘zurp Does a bird chirp?
I gave Bruce Wayne a Valium
White trash with a half a six-pack in his hatchback
Brain-dead rims, yeah, stupid wheels
Split a half a pill and a Happy Meal
So hit the dance-floor, cutie, while I do my duty
[Verse 1: Eminem]
Shut the fuck up while my shit’s playin’!
You ain’t got a lick in yours
But I won’t back down
Fuck a steak slut, I’ll cut my toes off
You’re just small pokes, little pricks
In other words, I’m off the meat rack
I’m the big shot—get it, dick-snots?
Shootin’ from the hip, yeah boy, I shoot to kill

-ning and they say that it never strikes twice in the same place, so how the fuck have I been hit six times
But I won’t back down
You can call out your guards
Fuck, my dick’s big, bitch, need I remind you
Ain’t nobody who’s as bomb and as nuts
To my power tool, you know the fuckin’ drill
I’m an uncooked slab of beef layin’ on your kitchen floor
Trailer hitch attached to the back, dispatch
Who’s knockin’ at your door, people hit the floors
You’re addicted, I’m dope

Girl, forget remorse, I’ma hit you broads
Tryin’ to turn me down, slut, I’m talkin’ to you
And said: “Settle your fuckin’ ass down!

You can hold all the cards
And step on the receipt ‘fore I foot the bill
Cadillac Sevilles, coupe DeVilles
You can hold all the cards
Before I sit back and let him get hotter
Been this way since I stood a foot tall
Girl, shake that ass like a donkey with Parkinson’s
You can fence in your yard
Get it? Calm Batman, nah
Oh no, I won’t back down, oh no
Playin’ with an etch-a-sketch
Bring the beat back, bring in two extension cords
Don’t want no cum stain—bitch, you listenin’?
I’ma measure my dick—shit, I need six inches more

These other cats ain’t metaphorically where I’m at, man
Poison Ivy wouldn’t have me thinkin’ rash
How you douchebags feel knowin’ you’re disposable?
I’d like you to remind yourself of what the fuck I can do
You can fence in your yard
Oh, you’re the kind of girl that I could take a likin’ to

You can hold all the cards
Screaming, “F that!” – yeah, super-ill
You can sound the alarm
[Hook: Pink]
Got a pretty mouth and a good jaw
Shady’s got the mass appeal
Oh no, I won’t back down, oh no
Half a breath left on my death-bed
What’s the saying? Where there’s thunder, there is light-
I’m spikin’ you like a football Psych!
I’m ready for combat, man!”
I’m the shit—why you think Proof used to call me "Doody"?
You can call out your guards
You’re a good catch with a shitty spouse
Girl, you think that other prick’s hot?
Baby, what the deal? We can chill
You can fence in your yard
That I don’t need the fuckin’ swine flu to be a sick pig?
What I do, I do at will
But I won’t back down
Swear to God, man, these broads can’t dance
But I won’t back down
Does a word search get circles wrapped around it
Summer’s Eve, Massengill
Honey, I applaud that ass
Fork was in the road, took the psycho path
‘Til he burps and smoke purp?
Hittin’ licks like I’m robbin’ liquor stores
Girl, I’m too for real, lose your tooth-and-nail
Ma, show them how it’s done
Think you spit the rawest?
And you can bet your stankin’ ass
[Verse 3: Eminem]
When I’m on the mic