Came to the world at a time when in was in need of a villain
An asshole, that role think I succeeded fulfillin'
But don't think I ever stopped to think that I was speakin to children
Everything was happenin' so fast it was like I blinked, sold 3 million
Then it all went blank, all I remember is feelin' ridiculous cause I was getting sick of this feelin'
Like I'm always under attack, man I coulda' stacked my shit list to the ceilin'
Women dishin' but really
Thinkin' 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 livin' put a dick in your rear-end
That's why every time you mention a lyric
I thanked you for it, for drawin' 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 battled for it
Mad awards, had GLAAD annoyed atta-boy
They told me to slow down, I'd just zone-out
Good luck tryin' to convince a blopde, it's like telling Gwen Stefani that she sold out
'Cause I was tryin to leave No Doubt
In anyone's mind one day I'd go down in history think they know now
Because everybody knows
[Chorus - Skylar Grey:]
Everybody knows, that you're just an asshole
Everywhere that you go, people want to 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 Thanks for the support, asshole [x2]
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, well God damn honky that compliment's like back-handin' a donkey, good way to get your ass socked in the mouth
Nah, I'm off him, but what the fuck's 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 fuckin' pants off me to take my belt
Word to Pacquiao, momma said there ain't nothin 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 quotin'
Shake-speare, so what if insults are revoltin'
Even Helen Keller knows life stinks
You think it's a joke 'till your bullet riddled, but you should give little shit what I think
This whole world is a mess, gotta have a godd
YeuTiengAnh.com: Chúng tôi phát hiện truy cập không hợp lệ.
Bạn cần đợi 13 minutes 20 seconds nữa mới có thể xem đầy đủ.