Skylar Grey - Asshole lyrics

[Verse 1:] I came to the world at a time when it was in need of a villain An a**hole, that role I think I succeed in fulfilling But don't think I ever stopped To think 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 feeling ridiculous cause I was getting sick of this feeling Like I am always under attack man I could have stacked my sh** list to the ceiling Women dish him but really thinking If anyone ever talks to one of my little girls like this I would k** him Guess I'm a little bit of a hypocrite When I'm ripping sh**, but since when did this many People ever give a sh** but 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 mention a lyric, I thank 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 Attaboy, they told me to slow down, and I just zone out Good luck trying to convince a blonde That's like telling Gwen Stefan' that she sold out Cause I was tryna leave, no doubt In anyone's mind one day I'd go down In history think they know now Because everybody knows [Hook - Skylar Grey:] Everybody knows that you're just an a**hole Everywhere that you go, people wanna go "Oh, everyone knows" Everybody knows, so don't pretend to be nice There's no place you can hide You are just an a**hole Everyone knows, everyone knows [Verse 2:] Thanks for the support, a**hole [*scratch*] thanks for the support, a**hole Quit acting salty, I was counting on you to count me out as Asher Roth When he round-a-bout dissed me to shout me out Thought I was history But goddamn, honkey, that compliment's like backhanding a donkey Good way to get your a** socked in the mouth Lay'em off it But what the f** is all this thrash talking about The fight was fixed, I'm back and you can't stop me You knock me down, I went down from the counter I fell but the fans caught me, and now You're gonna have to beat the f**ing pants off me To take my belt, word to Pacquiao Momma said there ain't nothing else to talk about Gotta go in that ring and knock them 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 sh** what I think This whole world is a mess Gotta have a goddamn vest on your chest, and a Glock Just to go out watch Batman Who needs a test to test the testicles, not that man Half of you don't got the guts and intestinal blockage Rest of you got lap bands stuck to this model Before they put bath salts and all those water bottles in Colorado So get lost, Waldo My soul's escaping through this a**hole that is gaping A black hole that I'm swallowing this track whole With a pack torn of paper But I'm not taking no crap, ho Here I go down the back pole And I'm changing back into that old maniac in fact there it go Trying to dip through the back door retreating cause everybody knows [Hook] [Verse 3:] Holy mackeral, I'm the biggest jerk on the planet earth I smacked a girl off the mechanical bull at a tractor pull For thinking we have some magnetic pull Then scream "ICP in this b**h! How do f**ing 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 sh**'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 b**h you just need a helmet because 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 a** But you can't get a scent because all of my spare time is spent With my nose in this binder, so don't bother trying Only women that I love are my daughters And sometimes I rhyme and it sounds like I forget I'm a father, and I push it further So father forgive me if I forget to draw the line It's apparent I shouldn't of been a parent I'll never grow up So to hell with your parents, and motherf**ing father time 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 Poured my half-empty gla** in a cup, so now my cup has runneth over And I'm about to set it on you like a motherf**ing coaster I'm going back to what got me here, yeah co*ky, and can't knock being Rudolph so fear not my deer, and dry up your teardrops I'm here White America's mirror, so don't feel awkward and weird, if you stare at me and see yourself, because you're one too. You shouldn't be as shocked, because everybody knows.