Brainless

Eminem has a full line of chainsaws

Eminem, Eminem, Eminem, Eminem

Marshall Mathers, Eminem, the rapper Eminem

"Who can say for sure?

Perhaps a frontal lobotomy would be the answer

If science could operate on this distorted brain

and put it to good use

Society would reap a great benefit."

I walk around like a space cadet, place your bets

Who's likely to become a serial killer, case of Tourettes

Fuck, fuck-fuck, can't take the stress

I make a mess as the day progresses

Angry and take it out on the neighbors hedges

Like this is how I'll cut your face up bitches

With these hedge trimming scissors with razor edges

Imagination's dangerous, it's

The only way to escape this mess and make the best of this

situation I guess

Cause I feel like a little bitch, this predicament's

Despicable, I'm sick of just gettin' pushed, it's ridiculous

I look like a freakin' wuss, a pussy, this kid just took

My stick of licorice and threw my sticker books in a picker bush

I wanna kick his tush, but I was six and shook

This fucker was twelve and was six foot, with a vicious hook

He hit me, I fell; I got back up, all I did was book

Now there's using your head

Momma always said

If you had a brain, you'd be dangerous

A brain, you'd be dangerous

I'ma prove you wrong

Momma, I'mma grow one day to be famous

And I'mma be a pain in the anus

I'ma be the bomb

I'ma use my head as a weapon

Find a way to escape this insaneness

Momma always said,

"Son, if you had a brain, you'd be dangerous"

Guess it pays to be brainless

Fast forward some years later, a teenager; this is fun, sweet

I just got jumped twice in one week, it's complete

It's usually once a month, this is some feat

I've accomplished, they've stomped me into the mud,

gee for what reason, you stumped me

But how do you get the shit beat out of you

beat down and be upbeat when you don't have nothing?

No valid shot at life, chance to make it or succeed

Cause you're doomed from the start

it's like you grew up on Jump Street, from jump street

But if I could just get my head out my ass

I could accomplish any task

Practicing trash talkin'

In a trance locked in my room, yeah

but I got some plans, Momma

These damn rhymes are falling out of my pants pocket

I can't stop it

And I'm starting to blend in more

In school this shit helps for sure

I'm getting more self-assured than I've ever been before

Plus no one picks on me anymore, I done put a stop to that

threw my first punch - end of story

Still in my skull is a vacant empty void

been using it more as a bin for storage

Take some inventory

In this gourd there's a Ford engine, door hinge, syringe

an orange, an extension cord, and a Ninja sword, not to mention

four linchpins an astringent stored

Ironing board, a bench, a wrench an oru winch

an attention whore

Everything but a brain, but dome's off the fucking chain like an

independent store

Something's wrong with my head

Just think if I had a brain in it, thank God that I don't

Cause I'd probably be Dahmer, cause Momma always said

If you had a brain, you'd be dangerous

A brain, you'd be dangerous

I'ma prove you wrong

Momma, I'mma grow one day to be famous

And I'mma be a pain in the anus

I'ma be the bomb

I'ma use my head as a weapon

Find a way to escape this insaneness

Momma always said

"Son, if you had a brain, you'd be dangerous"

Guess it pays to be brainless

Now my Mom goes wahm-wahm-wahm

Cause I'm not that smart, but I'm not dumb

I was on a bottom of the pile getting stomped

But somehow, I came out on top

I told you one day, I said they'd have that red carpet rolled out, yo

I'm nice, yo, fuck it, I'm out cold

Now everywhere I go they scream out go

I'm 'bout to clean house, yo

I'm Lysol, now I'm just household

Outsold the sell-outs, freak the hell out Middle America

hear 'em yell out in terror they were so scared and those kids

Just about, belted out whatever spouted or fell out of my smart

aleck mouth, it was so weird

Inappropriate, so be it, I don't see it

Maybe one day when the smoke clears, it won't be as

Mothafucking difficult, ch-yeah, 'til then, hopefully ya

Little homos get over your fears and phobias

It's okay to be scared straight, they said I provoke queers

'Til emotions evoke tears, my whole career's

A stroke of sheer genius, smoke and mirrors,

tactical, practical jokes, yeah

You mothafuckin' (insert insult here)

Who the fuck would've thunk that one little ole MC'd

Be able to take the whole culture and re-upholstery it?

And boy, they did flock; can't believe this little hick locked

This hip-hop shit in his hip pocket and still the shit got

That white trash traffic in gridlock, shit hopping like six blocks

From a Kid Rock, Insane Clown Posse Concert in mid Oc-

Tober, and God forbid I see a wizard

and get a brain in my titanium cranium y'all, cause

I'll turn into the Unabomber, Momma always said

If you had a brain, you'd be dangerous

A brain, you'd be dangerous

I'ma prove you wrong

Momma, I'mma grow one day to be famous

And I'mma be a pain in the anus

I'ma be the bomb

I'ma use my head as a weapon

Find a way to escape this insaneness

Momma always said,

"Son, if you had a brain, you'd be dangerous"

Guess it pays to be brainless

Insaneness ain't even a word, you stupid fuck

Neither is ain't