Eminem – Wont Back Down (Guitar)

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You can sound the alarm

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You can call out your guards

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You can fence in your yard

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You can hold all the cards

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But I won't back down

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Oh no, I won't back down, oh no

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Cadillac Sevilles, coupe DeVilles

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Brain-dead rims, yeah, stupid wheels

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Girl, I'm too for real, lose your tooth-and-nail

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Tryna fight it, try to deny it, stupid you will feel

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What I do, I do at will

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Shootin' from the hip, yeah boy, I shoot to kill

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Half a breath left on my death-bed

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Screaming, €œF that!€“ Yeah, super-ill

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Baby, what the deal? We can chill

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Split a half a pill and a Happy Meal

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Fuck a steak slut, I'll cut my toes off

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And step on the receipt 'fore I foot the bill

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Listen, garden tool, don't make me introduce you

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To my power tool, you know the fuckin' drill

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How you douchebags feel knowin' you're disposable?

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Summer's Eve, Massengill

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Shady's got the mass appeal

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Baby, crank the shit, 'cause it's your goddamn jam

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You said that you want your punchlines a little more compact well, shorty, I'm that man

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These other cats ain't metaphorically where I'm at, man

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I gave Bruce Wayne a Valium

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And said: €œSettle your fuckin' ass down!

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I'm ready for combat, man!€

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Get it? Calm Batman, nah

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Ain't nobody who's as bomb and as nuts

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Lines are like Mom's CAT-scans

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'Cause they fuckin' go bananas

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Honey, I applaud that ass

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Swear to God, man, these broads can't dance

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Ma, show them how it's done

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Spaz like a goddamn Taz, yeah

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You can sound the alarm

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You can call out your guards

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You can fence in your yard

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You can hold all the cards

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But I won't back down

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Oh no, I won't back down, oh no

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Girl, shake that ass like a donkey with Parkinson's

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Make like Michael J. Fox is in your drawers

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Playin' with an etch-a-sketch

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Bet you that you'll never guess

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Who's knockin' at your door, people hit the floors

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Yeah, tonight, ladies, you gonna get divorced

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Girl, forget remorse, I'ma hit you broads

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With Chris's force like you pissed him off

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Talented with the tongue, mothafucka

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You ain't got a lick in yours

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Hittin' licks like I'm robbin' liquor stores

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Makin' cash registers shit their drawers

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Think you spit the rawest?

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I'm an uncooked slab of beef layin' on your kitchen floor

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In other words, I'm off the meat rack

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Bring the beat back, bring in two extension cords

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I'ma measure my dick €”shit, I need six inches more

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Fuck, my dick's big, bitch, need I remind you

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That I don't need the fuckin' swine flu to be a sick pig?

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You're addicted, I'm dope

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I'm the longest needle around here €”need a fix, ock?

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I'm the big shot €”get it, dick-snots?

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You're just small pokes, little pricks

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Girl, you think that other prick's hot?

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I'll drink gasoline and eat a lit match

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Before I sit back and let him get hotter

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Better call the cops on him quick, fast

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Shady's right back on your bitch-ass

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White trash with a half a six-pack in his hatchback

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Trailer hitch attached to the back, dispatch

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You can sound the alarm

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You can call out your guards

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You can fence in your yard

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You can hold all the cards

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But I won't back down

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Oh no, I won't back down, oh no

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Bitch, am I the reason that your boyfriend stopped rappin'?

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Does a bird chirp? Does Lil' Wayne slurp 'zurp

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'Til he burps and smoke purp?

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Does a word search get circles wrapped around it

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Like you do when I come through?

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I'd like you to remind yourself of what the fuck I can do

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When I'm on the mic

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Oh, you're the kind of girl that I could take a likin' to

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Psych! I'm spikin' you like a football

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Been this way since I stood a foot tall

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You're a good catch with a shitty spouse

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Got a pretty mouth and a good jaw

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Give me good brain, watch the wood-grain

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Don't want no cum stain €”bitch, you listenin'?

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Tryin' to turn me down, slut, I'm talkin' to you

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Turn me back up! Are you insane?!

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Tryin' to talk over me in the car

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Shut the fuck up while my shit's playin'!

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I'm a shit stain on the underwear of life

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What's the saying? Where there's thunder, there is light-

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-ning and they say that it never strikes twice in the same place, so how the fuck have I been hit six times

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In three different locations on four separate occasions?

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And you can bet your stankin' ass

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That I've come to smash everything in my path

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Fork was in the road, took the psycho path

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Poison Ivy wouldn't have me thinkin' rash

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So hit the dance-floor, cutie, while I do my duty

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On this microphone; shake your booty, shorty!

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I'm the shit €”why you think Proof used to call me "Doody"?

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You can sound the alarm

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You can call out your guards

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You can fence in your yard

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You can hold all the cards

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But I won't back down

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Oh no, I won't back down, oh no