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You can sound the alarm | You can call out your guards | You can fence in your yard
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 Cadillac Sevilles, coupe Devilles Brain-dead rims, yeah, stupid wheels Girl, I'm too for real Lose your tooth and nail Tryna 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 deathbed Screaming, "F that" yeah, super ill Baby, what the deal? We can chill, split 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 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 goddamn 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 Nah, ain't nobody whose 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 'em how it's done Spazz like a goddamn Taz', yeah 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 Girl, shake that ass like a donkey with Parkinson's Make like Michael J. Fox is in your drawers 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 force like you pissed him off Talented with the tongue, motherfucker 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 rawest? I'm an uncooked 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'ma 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, ock? I'm the big shot Get it, dick-snots? Your just small pokes, little pricks Girl, you think that other prick's hot? I'll drink gasoline and eat a lit match 'Fore I sit back and let 'em get hotter 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 hold 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, 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 Oh, your the kind of girl that I can take a liking to Sike, 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 Gotta pretty mouth and a good jaw Gimme good brain Watch the woodgrain, 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 shit's playin' I'm a 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 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 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 hold all the cards But I won't back down Oh no, I won't back down Oh no
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