Unsurprisingly, Justin Timberlake is featured in GQ’s Men Of The Year issue. Dude dominated the entertainment industry this year, he’s one of the few genuine superstars on the planet, and despite wearing shirts like this one he’s genuinely known for being one suave motherfucker. So, duh. What’s more likely to raise your eyebrow is the vitriol Timberlake spills in his interview, in which he laments that, “sometimes I just want to fucking kill everybody” and “I feel — literally — like a bunch of people just took a shit on my face.” Apparently he was peeved about the critical reception for The 20/20 Experience — 2 of 2 and the box office failure of his recent film Runner Runner. Read on to feel Timberlake’s rage.

On receiving the Men Of The Year honor this year:

I find it ironic that I’m doing an interview with you about Man of the Year when I feel — literally — like a bunch of people just took a shit on my face.

On being shaped by Memphis:

It’s a struggling city with a defeatist attitude. I’m from this town, and I grew up with a little bit of a chip on my shoulder, so sometimes I find it funny that I’ve been able to acquire the patience it takes to be kind to people in our business. Because sometimes I just want to fucking kill everybody.

On recent criticism from Variety and Billboard:

The movie didn’t do well at the box office, so I should quit? Hold on a second. If I was somebody else, you wouldn’t have said that. I have the number one album this week, and I shouldn’t have released it? Come on, man. You sound like a dickhead…. It just shocked me because, like, you’re trade magazines. None of your opinions count. And by the way, none of you can do it.

This also seems like a good time to revisit Jezebel’s report that Timberlake’s anger isn’t only directed at his critics. Here’s a story about a fan approaching Justin in a restaurant, from writer Jaed Coffin who almost ghostwrote Timberlake’s memoir:

Timberlake smiled but remained silent. The woman walked away. He shook his head. “Sometimes I just want to spit my food at them.” He looked at me for agreement, realized he didn’t know who I was then looked at Melissa. “I mean that’s really rude of me, right? That I wanted to spit my chicken sandwich in that woman’s face?” He exhaled. “I’m sorry,” he said. “But sometimes I just want to eat my damn sandwich.”

It’s not easy being the man of the year.