Asshole
Mr. Grey Lyrics


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Came to the world at a time when it was in need of a villain
An asshole, that role I think I succeeded fulfillin'
But don't think I ever stopped
To think that 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 feelin' ridiculous
'Cause I was getting sick of this feelin'
Like I am always under attack, man
I could have stacked my shit list to the ceilin'
Women dishin' 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 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 mentioned a lyric
I thanked 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 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 Stefan 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

Everybody knows that you're just an asshole
Everywhere that you go
People wanna 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
Thanks for the support, ass

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, but goddamn, honky
That compliment's like backhanding a donkey
Good way to get your ass socked in the mouth
Nah, I'm off it
But what the fuck is all this trash-talkin' 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' Shakespeare
So what if insults are revoltin'?
Even Helen Keller knows life stinks
You think it's a joke 'til you're 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 a test to testicles? Not that man
Half of you don't got the guts, intestinal blockage
Rest of you got lap bands
Stuck to this motto before they put bath salts
In all those water bottles in Colorado
So get lost, Waldo, my soul's escapin'
Through this asshole that is gapin'
A black hole, and I'm swallowin' this track whole
Better pack toilet paper, but I'm taking no crap, ho
Here I go down the Bat Pole
And I'm changing back into that old maniac
In fact there they go tryin' to dip out the back-door, retreatin'
'Cause everybody knows

Everybody knows that you're just an asshole
Everywhere that you go
People wanna 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

Holy mackerel, I'm the biggest jerk on the planet Earth
I smacked a girl off the mechanical bull at a tractor pull (ah)
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 making 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're special, you're retarded
Thinkin' 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 ass, but you can't get a cent
'Cause all of my spare time is 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 a parent
I'll never grow up, so to hell with your parents
And motherfuckin' 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
So now my cup has runneth over
And I'm 'bout to set it on you like a mothafuckin' coaster
I'm going back to what got me here, yeah, cocky
And can't knock being rude off, so fear not, my dear
And dry up your teardrops, I'm here
White America's mirror, so don't feel awkward or weird
If you stare at me and see yourself, because you're one too
Shouldn't be a shock, because everybody knows

Everybody knows that you're just an asshole
Everywhere that you go
People wanna 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

Overall Meaning

The lyrics of "Asshole" by Mr. Grey are a self-reflective commentary on his public perception and personal struggles. He acknowledges that he may have played the role of a villain and succeeded in fulfilling it, but also laments that he never thought of the impact his words could have on children. In the fast-paced life of being a celebrity, he sold millions of records and won several awards but felt ridiculous and under constant attack. The song mentions his battles with GLAAD and how he struggled to earn respect. Mr. Grey also talks about the constant trash-talking, but he ultimately rises above it as he acknowledges his flaws and limitations, while still keeping up the façade of being unapologetically himself.


One interesting fact about the song is that it was produced by the American record producer and rapper Alex da Kid. Another is that the song was included in Mr. Grey’s eighth studio album, titled "The Marshall Mathers LP 2," which was released on November 5, 2013. In addition, "Asshole" was the second track to be released from the album after "Survival." Interestingly, the song features an interpolation of the Beastie Boys' "Fight for Your Right (To Party!)" in the opening riff, and the song's bridge interpolates "The Imperial March" from "Star Wars" franchise. The song was a commercial success and debuted at #60 on the Billboard Hot 100 chart. Additionally, it reached #12 on the Billboard Hot R&B/Hip-Hop Songs chart, #17 on the Hot Rap Songs Chart, and #8 on the Canadian Hot 100 chart.


The chords for "Asshole" are not widely available as it heavily relies on electronic musical instruments and beats. Moreover, the musical elements of the song are more techno-sounding than acoustics or traditional musical instruments.


Line by Line Meaning

Came to the world at a time when it was in need of a villain
I played the role of a villain successfully because that's what people needed at the time.


An asshole, that role I think I succeeded fulfillin'
I embraced being an asshole and put it on blast for the world to see.


But don't think I ever stopped To think that I was speaking to children
I didn't realize that I was having a negative impact on children with my behavior.


Everything was happening so fast It was like I blinked, sold three million
I became famous so quickly, that I didn't have a chance to take it all in.


Then it all went blank, all I remember is feelin' ridiculous 'Cause I was getting sick of this feelin'
I became disillusioned with fame and everything that came with it.


Like I am always under attack, man I could have stacked my shit list to the ceilin'
I always felt like I was being attacked by someone or something.


Women dishin' but really thinking "If anyone ever talks to one of my little girls Like this I would kill him"
Women would criticize me, but if someone spoke ill of their child, they would retaliate out of a need to protect them.


Guess I'm a little bit of a hypocrite when I'm rippin' shit
I realized that I was a hypocrite when I criticized others because I made similar mistakes.


But since when did this many people ever give a shit What I had to say? It's just my opinion
I was surprised that so many people cared about my opinions.


If it contradicts how I'm livin', put a dick in your rear end
If anyone disagrees with how I live my life, they can shove their opinion where the sun doesn't shine.


That's why every time you mentioned a lyric I thanked you for it, for drawing more attention toward it
I appreciated when people talked about my lyrics, even if it was negative because it brought more attention to my work.


Cause it gave me an enormous platform I'm flattered you thought I was that important
My fans gave me a huge platform, and they valued me more than I ever thought they would.


But you can't ignore the fact that I fought for the respect And battled for it, mad awards, had GLAAD annoyed Atta-boy
I worked hard to gain respect in the industry, and I received many awards for my work. Even GLAAD was upset with me at times.


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
People would tell me to slow down, but it was hard for me to listen because I was so focused. It's like trying to convince Gwen Stefani that she sold out, it's not going to happen.


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
I was trying to leave my mark on the world and be remembered long after I'm gone. And now it seems like everyone knows me.


Everybody knows that you're just an asshole Everywhere that you go People wanna go home, everyone knows
People know that I'm an asshole, and they don't want to be around me.


So don't pretend to be nice There's no place you can hide You are just an asshole
I'm telling other assholes to stop pretending to be nice because everyone knows what they really are.


Thanks for the support, asshole Thanks for the support, ass
Sarcastically thanking those who supported me even though they might be assholes too.


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
I was hoping that people would count me out, so I was upset when Asher Roth tried to diss me to look better.


Thought I was history, but goddamn, honky That compliment's like backhanding a donkey Good way to get your ass socked in the mouth
Asher Roth thought I was finished, but now I'm back and ready to fight. His compliment was like an insult, and I wouldn't hesitate to retaliate.


Nah, I'm off it But what the fuck is all this trash-talkin' about?
I'm over it and not going to dwell on Asher's criticism, but I'm still confused as to why he would talk trash.


The fight was fixed, I'm back and you can't stop me You knocked me down, I went down for the count
People thought I was done, but the fight was fixed, and I'm back stronger than ever. Even though I fell, I got back up and kept fighting.


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
My fans supported me, and now I'm invincible. If someone wants to beat me, they will have to do it the hard way, just like Pacquiao had to.


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
My mom told me to focus on winning the fight instead of talking about it. Either I come out victorious, or I don't come out at all.


It's poetry in motion Like Freddie Roach when he's quotin' Shakespeare
I'm a poet, and my moves in the ring are like poetry. It's similar to Freddie Roach when he quotes Shakespeare.


So what if insults are revoltin'? Even Helen Keller knows life stinks
Insults might be unpleasant, but life can be even worse. Helen Keller, who was deaf and blind, even knew this.


You think it's a joke 'til you're bullet-riddled But you should give little shit what I think
People might think it's a joke to mess with me until they get hurt. But they shouldn't care 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
The world is dangerous, and you have to be prepared for anything. Even going to watch a movie requires protective gear.


Who needs a test to testicles? Not that man Half of you don't got the guts, intestinal blockage Rest of you got lap bands
Real men don't need a strength test. Half of the people are too afraid, the rest are overweight with surgical bands around their stomach.


Stuck to this motto before they put bath salts In all those water bottles in Colorado
I have always followed this motto even before the bath salt controversy in Colorado.


So get lost, Waldo, my soul's escapin' Through this asshole that is gapin' A black hole, and I'm swallowin' this track whole
My soul is escaping from my body through this gaping asshole which is like a black hole, and this track is consuming it all.


Better pack toilet paper, but I'm taking no crap, ho Here I go down the Bat Pole And I'm changing back into that old maniac
Better be prepared because I'm not going to take anyone's crap. I'm about to change into a maniac like Batman.


In fact there they go tryin' to dip out the back-door, retreatin' Cause everybody know Holy mackerel, I'm the biggest jerk on the planet Earth
People are running away in fear because everyone knows that I'm the biggest jerk ever.


I smacked a girl off the mechanical bull at a tractor pull Been tryna hunt me down like a dog 'Cause you're on my ass, but you can't get a cent
I hit a girl who was trying to compete with me at a tractor pull. Now she's trying to hunt me down, but she won't get any money out of me.


Cause all of my spare time is spent On my nose in this binder, so don't bother tryin' Only women that I love are my daughters
I don't have time for anyone else because all I do is write my lyrics. The only women I care about 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
Sometimes I get so caught up in my work that I forget about my responsibilities as a father. I hope my father can forgive me for this.


It's apparent, I shouldn't have been a parent I'll never grow up, so to hell with your parents And motherfuckin' Father Time, it ain't never gonna stop
It's clear that I'm not ready to be a good parent, and I won't grow up. I don't care about the constraints of time either.


A pessimist who transformed to an optimist in his prime So even if I'm half-dead, I'm half alive
I used to be very negative, but now I'm optimistic. Even if I'm half-dead, I'm still alive.


Poured my half empty glass in a cup So now my cup has runneth over And I'm 'bout to set it on you like a mothafuckin' coaster
I poured my negative outlook into a half-empty glass, then poured it into a bigger cup which overflowed. Now I'm about to unleash my anger on someone.


I'm going back to what got me here, yeah, cocky And can't knock being rude off, so fear not, my dear And dry up your teardrops, I'm here
I'm going back to my roots and being confident again. I will always have a rude edge to me, so don't be scared. I'm here to stay.


White America's mirror, so don't feel awkward or weird If you stare at me and see yourself, because you're one too Shouldn't be a shock, because everybody knows
I represent what White America looks like, so don't be surprised if you see yourself in me. Everyone already knows this.




Lyrics © Universal Music Publishing Group
Written by: Alexander Junior Grant, Holly Brook, Luis Edgardo Resto, Marshall B Mathers III

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