Won't Back Down (оригинал Eminem)

[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 wont back down, oh no!

Cadillac Sevilles,
Coupe De Villes,
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 it well,
Shooting from the hip,
Yeah boy, 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
'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?
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:
'Settle 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 Mum's CAT-scans
Cause they fucking go bananas,
Honey I applaude that ass,
Swear to God man
These broads can't dance,
Ma show 'em how it's done,
Spazz like a goddamn Taz, yeah!

[Hook - Pink]

Girl shake that ass
Like a donkey with Parkinsons,
Make like Michael J Fox's
In your drawers
Playin with an etch-a-sketch,
Betcha 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'ma
Hit you broads with Chris's force
Like you pissed him off,
Talented with the tongue muthfucker,
You ain't gotta 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
Laying on your kitchen floor,
Otherwords I'm off the meat rack!
Bring the beat back,
Bring me two extention 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
‘Fore 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 half a 6-pack
In his hatchback,
Trailer hitch attached
To the back, dispatch!

[Pink - Chorus]

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 wordsearch,
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, psych!!
I'm spiking you like a football,
Been this way since I've
Stood a foot tall,
You're a good catch
With a shitty spouse,
Got a pretty mouth and a good jaw,
Gimme good brain,
Watch the wood-grain,
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 shits playin,
I'ma 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,
Then how the fuck
Have I been hit six times
In three different locations
On four separate ocassions?
And you can bet your stinking ass
That I've come
To smash everything in my path,
Fork was in the road,
Took the pyscho path,
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 shorty,
I'm the shit,
Why you think Proof
Used to call me doodi?

[Pink - Chorus]
|текст Won't back down

All around me are familiar faces
Worn out places, worn out faces
Bright and early for the daily races
Going no where, going no where
Their tears are filling up their glasses
No expression, no expression
Hide my head I wanna drown my sorrow
No tomorrow, no tomorrow

And I find it kind of funny
I find it kind of sad
The dreams in which I’m dying
Are the best I’ve ever had
I find it hard to tell you
I find it hard to take
When people run in circles
It's a very very
Mad world, mad world

Children waiting for the day
They feel good happy birthday, happy birthday
And I feel the way that every child should
Sit and listen, sit and listen
Went to school and I was very nervous
No one knew me, no one knew me
Hello teacher tell me what’s my lesson
Look right through me, look right through me

And I find it kind of funny
I find it kind of sad
The dreams in which I’m dying
Are the best I’ve ever had
I find it hard to tell you
I find it hard to take
When people run in circles
It's a very very
Mad world, mad world|Текст