[Verse 1:]
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I came to the world at a time when it was in need of a villain
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An asshole, that role I think I succeed in fulfilling
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But don't think I ever stopped
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To think I was speaking to children
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Everything was happening so fast
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It was like I blinked, sold three million
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Then it all went blank, all I remember
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Is feeling ridiculous cause I was getting sick of this feeling
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Like I am always under attack man
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I could have stacked my shit list to the ceiling
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Women dish him but really thinking
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If anyone ever talks to one of my little girls like this I would kill him
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Guess I'm a little bit of a hypocrite
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When I'm ripping shit, but since when did this many
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People ever give a shit but I had to say
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It's just my opinion
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If it contradicts how I'm living
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Put a dick in your rear end and guess what
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Every time you mention a lyric, I thank you for it
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For drawing more attention toward it
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Cause it gave me an enormous platform of platitude
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Thought I was that important
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But you can't ignore the fact that I fought for the respect
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And battle for it, mad awards, act paranoid
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Attaboy, they told me to slow down, and I just zone out
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Good luck trying to convince a blonde
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That's like telling Gwen Stefan' that she sold out
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Cause I was tryna leave, no doubt
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In anyone's mind one day I'd go down
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In history think they know now
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Because everybody knows
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[Hook - Skylar Grey:]
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Everybody knows that you're just an asshole
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Everywhere that you go, people wanna go
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"Oh, everyone knows"
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Everybody knows, so don't pretend to be nice
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There's no place you can hide
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You are just an asshole
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Everyone knows, everyone knows
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[Verse 2:]
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Thanks for the support, asshole [*scratch*] thanks for the support, asshole
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Quit acting salty, I was counting on you to count me out as Asher Roth
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When he round-a-bout dissed me to shout me out
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Thought I was history
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But goddamn, honkey, that compliment's like backhanding a donkey
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Good way to get your ass socked in the mouth
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Lay'em off it
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But what the fuck is all this thrash talking about
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The fight was fixed, I'm back and you can't stop me
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You knock me down, I went down from the counter
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I fell but the fans caught me, and now
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You're gonna have to beat the fuckin pants off me
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To take my belt, word to Pacquiao
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Momma said there ain't nothing else to talk about
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Gotta go in that ring and knock them out
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Or you better not come out
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It's poetry in motion, like Freddie Roach when he's quoting Shakespeare
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So what if the insults are revolting
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Even Helen Keller knows life stinks
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You think it's a joke til you're bullet riddled
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But you should give little shit what I think
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This whole world is a mess
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Gotta have a goddamn vest on your chest, and a Glock
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Just to go out watch Batman
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Who needs a test to test the testicles, not that man
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Half of you don't got the guts and intestinal blockage
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Rest of you got lap bands stuck to this model
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Before they put bathsalts and all those water bottles in Colorado
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So get lost, Waldo
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My soul's escaping through this asshole that is gaping
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A black hole that I'm swallowing this track whole
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With a pack torn of paper
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But I'm not taking no crap, ho
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Here I go down the back pole
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And I'm changing back into that old maniac in fact there it go
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Trying to dip through the back door retreating cause everybody knows
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[Hook]
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[Verse 3:]
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Holy mackeral, I'm the biggest jerk on the planet earth
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I smack the girl off the mechanical bull, then attract the bull
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Thinkin we have some magnetic pull
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Screamin ICP in this bitch, how do magnets work!?
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Cause you're attractive, but we ain't attractable
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Hate to be dramatical, but I'm not romantical
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I'm making up words you can understandable, It's tragical
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Thinkin some magical shit's gonna happen? That ain't practical
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You crackin a joke, it's laughable, cause me and love's like a bad combination
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I keep them feelings locked in a vault
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So it's safe to say I'm uncrackable
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My heart is truly guarded, full body armor
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Bitch you just need a helmet because if you think you're special, you're retarded.
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Thinkin you're one of a kind, like you got some platinum vagina, you're a train wreck, I got a one track mind
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Shorty you're fine but you sort of remind me of a 49er
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Cause you been a gold digger since you were a minor
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Been tryina, hunt me down like a dog, cause you're on my ass
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But you can't get a scent because all of my spare time is spent
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With my nose in this binder, so don't bother tryin
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Only women that I love are my daughters
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And sometimes I rhyme and it sounds like I forget I'm a father, and I push it further
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So father forgive me if I forget to draw the line
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It's apparent I shouldn't of been a parent I'll never grow up
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So to hell with your parents, and motherfucking father time
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And it ain't never gonna stop. A pessimist who transforms you to Optimus in his prime, so even if I'm half dead, I'm half alive
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Throw all my half empty glass in a cup, now my cup is runneth over
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And I'm about to set it on you like a motherfucking coaster
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I'm goin back to what got me here, yeah cocky, and can't not been? rude off? so fear not my dear, and dry up your teardrops I'm here
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White America's mirror, so I feel awkward and weird, you stare at me and see yourself, because you're one too. You shouldn't be as shocked, because everybody knows.
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Asshole
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| Eminem |
