[Hook] 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 Tryna fight it, try to deny it, stupid you will feel What I do, I do at will Shootin' from the hip, yeah boy, I shoot to kill Half a breath left on my death-bed Screaming, €œF that!€“ Yeah, super-ill Baby, what the deal? We can chill Split half pill and 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 douchebags feel knowin' you're disposable? Summer's Eve, Massengill Shady's got the mass appeal Baby, crank the shit, 'cause it's your goddamn 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: €œSettle your fuckin' 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 fuckin' 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 goddamn Taz, yeah [Hook] 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 you that you'll never guess Who's knockin' at your door, people hit the floors Yeah, tonight, ladies, you gonna get divorced Girl, forget remorse, I'ma hit you broads With Chris's force like you pissed him off Talented with the tongue, mothafucka 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 In other words, I'm off the meat rack Bring the beat back, bring in two extension cords 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 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, 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 six-pack in his hatchback Trailer hitch attached to the back, dispatch [Hook] 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 'zurp 'Til 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 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 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 listenin'? 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 playin'! I'm a shit stain on the underwear of life What's the saying? Where there's thunder, there is light- -ning and they say that it never strikes twice in the same place, so how the fuck have I been hit six times In three different locations on four separate occasions? And you can bet your stankin' 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"? [Hook] 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