Brainless Lyrics - The Marshall Mathers Lp 2 - Eminem

Or Eminem has a full line of chainsaws 

Eminem, Eminem, 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 can operate on this distorted brain and put it to good use 

Society will reap a great benefit 

I walk around like a space cadet, place your bets 

Who's likely to become a serial killer? Case of tourette's 

Fuck! Fuck! Fuck! Can't take the stress 

I make a mess as the day progresses 

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Angry and take it out on the neighbours hedges 

Like this is how I'll cut your face up bitches with these hedge trimming scisors 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's, predicaments, despicable 

I'm sick of just getting pushed, it's ridiculous 

I look like a freaking wuss, a pussy 

This kid just took my stick of liquorice and threw my sticker books in a picker bush 

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

This fucker was 12 and was 6 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 

Mama always said 

"If you had a brain, you'd be dangerous" 

A brain you'd be dangerous 

(Mama could be wrong) 

Mama, I'ma grow a name and be famous 

And I'mma be a pain in the anus 

(Mama could be wrong) 

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I'mma use my head as a weapon 

Find a way to escape this insaneness 

(Mama 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 a 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 for what reason, you stomped me 

But how do you get the shit beat out of you, be down and be upbeat 

When you don't have no-thing, 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 drug street, from jump street 

But if I had just kept my head up my ass 

I could accomplish any task, practicing trash talking in a trance 

Locked in my room, yeah but I got some plans mama 

These damn rhymes are falling out of my pants pocket, I can't stop it 

And I'm starting to blend in more, 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 skulls a vacant, empty void 

Been using it more as a bin for storage 

Take some inventory and as gorge as a Ford engine door hinge syringe an orange an extension cord and a Ninja sword 

Not to mention four lynch pins and a stringent stored ironing board a bench a wrench or winch and a tangent 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 mama always said 

"If you had a brain, you'd be dangerous" 

A brain you'd be dangerous 

(Mama could be wrong) 

Mama, I'ma grow a name and be famous 

And I'mma be a pain in the anus 

(Mama could be wrong) 

I'mma use my head as a weapon 

Find a way to escape this insaneness 

(Mama always said) 

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

Guess it pays to be brainless 

Now my mom goes "womp, womp, womp" 

'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 them yell out 

They were so scared, and those kids 

Just about, belted out, whatever spout that it fell out 

Of my smart alleck 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 

Motherfuckin' difficult, ch'yea, till then 

Hopefully you little homos get over your fears and grow beards 

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

Till emotions evoke tears, my whole careers a stroke of sheer genius 

Smoke and mirrors, tactical, practical jokes, yeah 

You motherfuckin' - insert insult here - 

Who the fuck would've thunk that one little lone MC would 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 pocket and still the shit got that white trash traffic and gridlock 

Shit happened like a six blocks from a Kid Rock Insane Clown Posse concert in mid Oc-tober 

And got forbid I see a wizard and get a brain in my titanium cranium dog 

'Cause I turn into the unabomber 

Mama always said 

"If you had a brain, you'd be dangerous" 

A brain you'd be dangerous 

(Mama could be wrong) 

Mama, I'ma grow a name and be famous 

And I'mma be a pain in the anus 

(Mama could be wrong) 

I'mma use my head as a weapon 

Find a way to escape this insaneness 

(Mama 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