Brainless

Album: The Marshall Mathers LP 2 (2013)
  • Eminem Has a full line of chainsaws
    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 tourettes
    F***, f***, f***! 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 b****es
    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 b****, this predicament's despicable
    I'm sick of just getting pushed, it's ridiculous
    I look like a freaking wuss, a p****
    This kid just took my stick of licorice
    And threw my sticker books in a pricker bush
    I wanna kick his tush, but I was six and shook
    This f***er 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, Ima 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

    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 gee for what reason, you stumped me
    But how do you get the s*** 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 a**
    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 s*** helps for sure
    I'm getting more self a**ured 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 f***ing 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, Ima 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 mum 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, f*** 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
    In terror they were so scared, and those kids
    Just about, belted out
    Whatever spout that it fell out
    Of my smartaleck 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
    Motherf***in' difficult, ch'yea, til then
    Hopefully you little homos get over your fears and grow beards
    It's okay to be scared straight, they said I provoke queers
    Til emotions evoke tears, my whole careers a stroke of sheer genius
    Smoke and mirrors, tactical, practical jokes, yeah
    You motherf***in' Insert insult here
    Who the f*** 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 s*** in his pocket and still the s*** got
    That white trash traffic and gridlock
    S*** 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, Ima 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 f***
    Neither is ain't Writer/s: LUIS EDGARDO RESTO, MARSHALL B. III MATHERS
    Publisher: Universal Music Publishing Group, ME GUSTA MUSIC
    Lyrics licensed and provided by LyricFind

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