[Verse 1] Came to the world at a time when it was in need of a villain An asshole, that role; think I succeed fulfilling But don't think I ever stopped to think that I was speaking to children Everything was happening so fast, it was like I blinked – sold three million Then it all went blank, all I remember is feelin' ridiculous cause I was getting sick of this feelin' Like I am always under attack, man, I could have stacked my shit list to the ceiling Women dishin' but really thinking if anyone ever talks to one of my little girls like this I would kill him Guess I'm a little bit of a hypocrite when I'm rippin' shit But since when did this many People ever give a shit what I had to say, it's just my opinion If it contradicts how I'm living, put a dick in your rear end That's why every time you mentioned a lyric, I thanked you for it For drawing more attention toward it Cause it gave me an enormous platform, I'm flattered you thought I was that important But you can't ignore the fact that I fought for the respect and battle for it Mad awards, had GLAAD annoyed atta-boy They told me to slow down, and I just zone out Good luck trying to convince a blonde, it's like telling Gwen Stefan(i) that she sold out Cause I was trying to leave, No Doubt In anyone's mind one day I'd go down in history think they know now Cause everybody knows
[Hook: Skylar Grey] Everybody knows that you're just an asshole Everywhere that you go, people wanna go home, everyone knows Everybody knows, so don't pretend to be nice There's no place you can hide You are just an asshole Everyone knows, everyone knows
[Bridge] Thanks for the support, asshole *scratch* Thanks for the support, asshole
[Verse 2] Quit actin' salty, I was countin' on you to count me out Ask Asher Roth when he round about dissed me to shout me out Thought I was history, but goddamn honky, that compliment's like backhanding a donkey, good way to get your ass socked in the mouth Nah, I'm off him, but what the fuck is all this trash talking about? The fight was fixed, I'm back and you can't stop me, you knocked me down I went down for the count, I fell, but the fans caught me and now You're gonna have to beat the fucking pants off me to take my belt Word to Pacquiao, momma said there ain't nothing else to talk about Better go in that ring and knock 'em out, or you better not come out It's poetry in motion, like Freddie Roach when he's quoting Shakespeare, so what if the insults are revolting Even Helen Keller knows life stinks You think it's a joke 'til you're bullet riddled, but you should give little shit what I think This whole world is a mess, gotta have a goddamn Vest on your chest and a Glock just to go watch Batman Who needs to test a testicles? Not that man Half of you don't got the guts and intestinal blockage, rest of you got lap bands Stuck to this motto before they put bath salts and all those water bottles in Colorado So get lost, Waldo, my soul's escaping through this asshole that is gaping A black hole and I'm swallowing this track whole better pack toilet paper But I'm not taking no crap, ho, here I go down the Bat Pole And I'm changing back into that old maniac in fact there they go Trying to dip out the back door retreating Cause everybody knows
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[Verse 3] Holy mackerel, I'm the biggest jerk on the planet Earth, I smacked a girl Off the mechanical bull at a tractor pull For thinking we had some magnetic pull Then screamed "ICP in this bitch! How do fucking magnets work?" Cause you're attractive, but we ain't attractable Hate to be dramatical, but I'm not romantical I'm making up words you can understandable It's tragical Thinking some magical shit's gonna happen? That ain't practical You cracking a joke, it's laughable Cause me and love's like a bad combination, I keep them feelings locked in a vault so it's safe to say I'm uncrackable My heart is truly guarded Full body armor, bitch, you just need a helmet cause if you think you're special, you're retarded Thinking you're one of a kind, like you got some platinum vagina You're a train wreck, I got a one-track mind; shorty, you're fine but you sort of remind me of a 49er Cause you been a gold digger since you was a minor Been tryna hunt me down like a dog, cause you're on my ass but you can't get a scent Cause all of my spare time is spent On my nose in this binder, so don't bother tryin' Only women that I love are my daughters, but sometimes I rhyme And it sounds like I forget I'm a father, and I push it farther, so Father forgive me if I forget to draw the line It's apparent I shouldn't have been a parent, I'll never grow up, so to hell with your parents And 'mother' fucking 'father' time It ain't never gonna stop, a pessimist who transformed to an optimist in his prime So even if I'm half dead, I'm half alive Poured my half empty glass in a cup, so now my cup has runneth over And I'm bout to set it on you like a muthafucking coaster I'm going back to what got me here, yeah cocky And can't knock being rude off, so fear not my dear And dry up your teardrops I'm here White America's mirror, so don't feel awkward or weird If you stare at me and see yourself, because you're one too Shouldn't be a shock, because everybody knows