[Verse 1]
Came to the world at a time when it was in need of a villain
An [bad word]  that role I think I succeed in fulfilling
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 [bad word] list to the ceiling
Women dish him 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 ripping [bad word]  but since when did this many
People ever give a [bad word] what I had to say
It's just my opinion
If it contradicts how I'm living
Put a [bad word] in your rear end, 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 of platitude
Thought I was that important
But you can't ignore the fact that I fought for the respect
And battle for it, mad awards, (?) 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 [bad word] 
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 [bad word]  everyone knows

[Verse 2]
Thanks for the support, [bad word] *scratch* thanks for the support, [bad word] 
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 [bad word]  [bad word]  [bad word] #39;s like backhanding a donkey
Good way to get your [bad word] socked in the mouth
Lay'em off it
But what the [bad word] 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 [bad word] 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 [bad word] 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 [bad word] what I think
This whole world is a mess
Gotta have a [bad word] vest on your chest, and a Glock
Just to go out watch Batman
Who needs to test(?) the [bad word]  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 bathsalts and all those water bottles in Colorado
So get lost, Waldo
My soul's escaping through this [bad word] that is gaping
black hole that I'm swallowing this track whole
With a pack torn of paper, but I'm not taking no [bad word]  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 smack the girl off the mechanical bull, then attract the bull
Thinkin we have some magnetic pull
Then scream "ICP IN THIS [bad word]  HOW DO [bad word] 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
Thinkin some magical [bad word] #39;s gonna happen? T