Song information On this page you can find the lyrics of the song Asshole, artist - Eminem. Album song The Marshall Mathers LP2, in the genre Иностранный рэп и хип-хоп
Date of issue: 31.12.2012
Age restrictions: 18+
Record label: Aftermath
Song language: English
Asshole |
Came to the world at a time when it 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 speaking 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 blonde, it’s like telling Gwen Stefani 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 |
Because everybody knows |
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 |
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, mama 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 «in' |
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 goddamn vest |
on your chest |
and a Glock just to go watch Batman |
Who needs to test a testicles? |
Not that man |
Half you don’t got the guts, intestinal blockage, rest of you got lap bands |
Stuck to this motto 'fore they put bath salts in 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 swallowin' this track whole, better pack toilet paper |
But I’m takin' no crap hoe, here I go down the Bat Pole and I’m changing back |
into that ole maniac in fact there they go, tryin' to dip out the back door |
retreating |
'Cause everybody knows |
Holy mackerel. |
I’m the biggest jerk on the planet Earth. |
I smacked a girl |
Off the mechanical bull at a tractor pull |
For thinkin' we had some magnetic pull |
Then screamed «ICP in this bitch! |
How do fuckin' magnets work?» |
'Cause you’re attractive but we ain’t attractable, |
hate to be dramatical but I’m not romantical |
I’m makin' up words, so you can understandable |
It’s tragical, thinkin' some magical shit’s gonna happen, that ain’t practical |
You crackin' 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 special, |
you’re retarded |
Thinkin' you’re one of a kind like you got some platinum vagina |
You’re a trainwreck, I got a one-track mind and, shorty, you’re fine but you |
sorta remind me of a 49'er |
'Cause you’ve been a gold digger since you was a miner |
Been tryin' to hunt me down like a dog 'cause you’re on my ass but you can’t |
get a cent |
'Cause all of my spare time’s 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 parent I’ll never grow up, so to Hell with |
your parents and 'mother' fuck '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 now my cup has runneth over |
And I’m about to set it on you like a motherfucking coaster |
I’m goin' back to what got me here, yeah cocky and |
Can’t knock bein' Rudolph, so fear not my deer |
And dry up your tear drops I’m here |
White America’s mirror, so don’t feel awkward or weird |
If you stare at me and see yourself, 'cause you’re one too, shouldn’t be a |
shock be |
'Cause everybody knows |