| Came to the world at a time when it was in need of a villain
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| An asshole, that role think I succeeded fulfillin'
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| But don’t think I ever stopped to think that I was speaking to children
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| Everything was happenin' so fast. |
| It was like I blinked, sold 3 million
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| Then it all went blank, all I remember is feelin' ridiculous 'cause I was
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| getting sick of this feelin'
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| Like I’m always under attack, man, I coulda stacked my shit list to the ceilin'
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| Women dishin' but really
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| Thinkin' if anyone ever talks to one of my little girls like this I would kill
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| him
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| Guess I’m a little bit of a hypocrite when I’m rippin' shit. |
| But since when did
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| this many
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| People ever give a shit what I had to say? |
| It’s just my opinion
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| If it contradicts how I’m livin' put a dick in your rear-end
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| That’s why every time you mention a lyric
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| I thanked you for it, for drawin' more attention toward it
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| 'Cause it gave me an enormous platform, I’m flattered you thought I was that
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| important
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| But you can’t ignore the fact that I fought for the respect and battled for it
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| Mad awards, had GLAAD annoyed atta-boy
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| They told me to slow down, I’d just zone-out
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| Good luck tryin' to convince a blonde, it’s like telling Gwen Stefani that she
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| sold out
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| 'Cause I was trying to leave No Doubt
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| In anyone’s mind one day I’d go down in history think they know now
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| Because everybody knows
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| Everybody knows, that you’re just an asshole
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| Everywhere that you go, people want to go home, 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, you are just an asshole
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| Everyone knows, everyone knows
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| Thanks for the support, asshole
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| Quit actin' salty, I was countin' on you to count me out
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| Ask Asher Roth when he round about dissed me to shout me out
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| Thought I was history, well God damn honky that compliment’s like back-handin'
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| a donkey, good way to get your ass socked in the mouth
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| Nah, I’m off him, but what the fuck’s all this trash talking about?
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| The fight was fixed, I’m back and you can’t stop me you knocked me down
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| I went down for the count, I fell but the fans caught me and now
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| You’re gonna have to beat the fuckin' pants off me to take my belt
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| Word to Pacquiao, mama said there ain’t nothing else to talk about
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| Better go in that ring and knock 'em out, or you better not come out
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| It’s poetry in motion like Freddie Roach when he’s «in'
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| Shake-speare, so what if insults are revoltin'
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| Even Helen Keller knows life stinks
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| You think it’s a joke 'till your bullet riddled, but you should give little
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| shit what I think
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| This whole world is a mess,
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| gotta have a goddamn vest
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| on your chest
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| and a Glock just to go watch Batman
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| Who needs to test a testicles? |
| Not that man
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| Half you don’t got the guts, intestinal blockage, rest of you got lap bands
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| Stuck to this motto 'fore they put bath salts in all those
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| Water bottles in Colorado, so get lost, Waldo my soul’s escaping through this
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| asshole that is gaping
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| A black hole and I’m swallowin' this track whole, better pack toilet paper
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| But I’m takin' no crap hoe, here I go down the Bat Pole and I’m changing back
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| into that ole maniac in fact there they go, tryin' to dip out the back door
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| retreating
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| 'Cause everybody knows
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| Holy mackerel. |
| I’m the biggest jerk on the planet Earth. |
| I smacked a girl
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| Off the mechanical bull at a tractor pull
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| For thinkin' we had some magnetic pull
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| Then screamed «ICP in this bitch! |
| How do fuckin' 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 makin' up words, so you can understandable
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| It’s tragical, thinkin' some magical shit’s gonna happen, that ain’t practical
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| You crackin' a joke? |
| It’s laughable
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| 'Cause me and love’s like a bad combination I keep them feelings locked in a
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| vault, so it’s safe to say I’m uncrackable
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| My heart is truly guarded
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| Full body armor bitch, you just need a helmet 'cause if you think you special,
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| you’re retarded
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| Thinkin' you’re one of a kind like you got some platinum vagina
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| You’re a trainwreck, I got a one-track mind and, shorty, you’re fine but you |
| sorta remind me of a 49'er
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| 'Cause you’ve been a gold digger since you was a miner
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| Been tryin' to hunt me down like a dog 'cause you’re on my ass but you can’t
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| get a cent
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| 'Cause all of my spare time’s spent
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| On my nose in this binder, so don’t bother tryin'
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| Only women that I love are my daughters, but sometimes I rhyme
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| And it sounds like I forget I’m a father and I push it farther, so, Father,
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| forgive me if I forget to draw the line
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| It’s apparent I shouldn’t have been parent I’ll never grow up, so to Hell with
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| your parents and 'mother' fuck 'father' time
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| It ain’t never gonna stop, a pessimist who transformed to an optimist in his
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| prime
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| So even if I’m half-dead, I’m half alive
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| Poured my half-empty glass in a cup now my cup has 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
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| Can’t knock bein' Rudolph, so fear not my deer
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| And dry up your tear drops I’m here
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| White America’s mirror, so don’t feel awkward or weird
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| If you stare at me and see yourself, 'cause you’re one too, shouldn’t be a
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| shock be
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| 'Cause everybody knows |