Chords for Eminem - Won't Back Down (Feat. Pink) Lyrics Video HQ

[D] _ _ [F] _ _ _ _ _ _
_ _ _ [Dm] You can sell me a love, you can call out your flaws, you can fence in your yard, you can
hold all the cards, but I _ _ _ won't know how _ _ _ _ to-
Cadillac to Bell, boop the bells, brains at rims, yeah, [C] super well, [D] girl I'm two for
real, lose it two for nil, tryna fight [F] it, tryna deny [Dm] it, stupid you will fail, what
I do I do it well, zoom from the hip, yeah, boy suit to kill, half a breath left on my
deathbed, screaming F that, yeah, super ill, baby with a chair, we can chill, split a half
a pill and a happy meal, fuck a snake slut, I cut my toes [G] off a step [Dm] on the receipt, walk
with the bill, listen, garden tool, don't make me introduce you to my power tool, you
know the fuckin' drill, how you deuce backs fail, knowing you're disposable, Summer Z,
Mass and [D] Gill, Shady's got the massive pill, [Dm] baby, crank the shit, cause it's your god
damn jam, [A] you said it to watch your punch lines, I'm a little more [Dm] compact, but shorty, I'm
a real compact, man, these other cats in metaphorically wild, mad mad, I came loose, swang a pal
young, and said, settle [Am] your fuckin' ass down, I'm ready for [D] combat, man, get it combat,
man, nah, ain't nobody who's as bald as they ass, nuts, blinds are like puffed cat's gants
cause [Bb] they fuckin' go pow and [Dm] then ass, hunny, I fought that ass, swear to god, man, these
puffs can't dance my song, how it's done?
Spazz like a god damn task, yeah, you can sell me a loan, you can call out your cliques,
You can't fence in New York, you can't pull the _ _ _ _ _ phone out _ _ _
_ _ Girl, stick that ass like a donkey with Parkinson's
Make like Michael J.
Fox is in the drawers, playin' with a net
Just can't betcha that she'll never [D] get, she's knockin' at your door
People hit the floors, yeah, [Dm] tonight ladies who gon' get the bar
Girl, forget remorse, I'ma hit your brawns with Christmas bark
Like you bit them off
Tell a tit, put the tone, motherfucker, you ain't got a lick in yours
Hittin' licks like I'm robbin' liquor stores, makin' cash registers
[C] Sit the [Dm] drawers, think you spit the bras, I'm an uncooked slab of beef
Layin' on your kitchen floor, other words are more for meat rack
Bring the beat back, bring me two extension cords
I'ma measure [Am] my dick, shit, I need [Dm] six inches more
Fuck my dicks, dick, dick, need I remind you
That I don't need the fuckin' swine flu to be a sick ick
You're addicted, I'm dope, I'm the longest needle around here
Need a [Am] fix, I'm the big shot, get it, dick's nuts
[Dm] You're just more gross, little bitch
Girl, you think that all the fricks how?
Drink gasoline and need a lit match
So I sit back and let him get hotter
Better call the cops on him quick, bad
Sadie's right back on your bitch ass
White trash, what a half a stick back
In his hat and bag, trailer hitch, it tags
To the bag, dispatch
You can tell me a lot
You can call out your thugs
You can fence in your yard
You can pull out _ _ _ _ _ _
Oh no, I don't _ _ _ _ want no reason
It's a modern reason that your boyfriend stopped rappin'
Y'all's a bird jerk, Lil Wayne slurp, sir
Silly [Am] burps, then smoke burp
[Dm] Y'all's a warthog's kid
Circle wrapped around it like a jewel
When I come through, I like it
You'll remind yourself of what the fuck I can do
When I'm on the mic, girl, you're the kind of girl
That I can take [D] a liking to
Psych, I'm spikin' you like a football
Been this way since I [Dm] stood a foot tall
You're a good catch with a shitty smile
Got a pretty mouth and a good [Dm] jaw
Give me good brain, what's the word?
Brain, I want no cum stain
Bitch, you listen, I ain't tryin' to be a bitch
Turn me back up, are you insane?
Tryin' to talk over me in the car?
Shut the fuck up while my shit's playing
I'm a shit stain on the underwear of life
What's a stain?
Well, this is under there's lightning
And they say that it never strikes twice
In the same place, and [D] how the fuck have I been hit?
[Am] Six times in three different locations
On four separate [Dm] occasions
And you can bet your stinking ass
That I've come to smash everything in my path
Whoop was in the road, took the psychopath
Boys and Ivy wouldn't have me digging raps
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 Poof used to call me cootie?
You can tell me
You can call out your trots
You can dance in New York
You can fall out
_ _ _ _ Down, _ _ _ down, down Oh no _ _
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