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Features P!nk
Released June 18, 2010
Recorded 2010
Format CD/Digital download
Genre Hip hop, rap
Length 4:25
Label Aftermath, Interscope, Shady
Writer Marshall Mathers, Khalil Rahman, Erik Alcock, Liz Rodrigues, Columbus Smith
Producer DJ Khalil

"Won't Back Down" is a song by American hip hop artist Eminem, featuring pop singer P!nk singing the hook. It is the fourth track on his seventh studio album Recovery (2010). It was written by Mathers, Rahman, Erik Alcock, Liz Rodrigues, and Columbus Smith (Rahki), and it was produced by DJ Khalil.


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
Try to 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 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
Before I foot the bill, listen garden tool
Don't make me introduce you to my power tool: You know the fucking drill
How you douchebags 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 fucking 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 fucking 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, yea

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, playing with an etch-a-sketch
Bet you 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'mma hit you broads with Chris' force
Like you pissed him off, talented with the tongue motherfucker
You ain't got a lick in yours hitting licks
Like I'm robbing liquor stores, making cash registers shit their drawers
Think you spit the rawest? I'm an uncooked slab of beef
Laying on your kitchen floor, in other words I'm off the meat rack
Bring the beat back, bring in two extension 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
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 6-pack
In his hatchback trailer hitch 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

[Verse 3]
Bitch am I the reason that your boyfriend stopped rapping?
Does a bird chirp? Does Lil' Wayne slurp syrup until 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 liking to
Psych! 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, got a pretty mouth and a good jaw
Give me good brain, watch the wood-grain
Don't want no cum stain..bitch, you listening?
Trying to turn me down, slut I'm talking to you, turn me back up
Are you insane? Trying 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 the saying?
Where there's thunder there's lightning and they say that it
Never strikes twice in the same place so how the fuck have
I been hit 6 times in 3 different locations on 4 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 psycho path
Poison Ivy wouldn't have me thinking rash
So hit the dancefloor 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 Doodie?