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
Angry and take it out on the neighbor's 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 getting pushed, it's ridiculous
I look like a freaking 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

Mama always said, "If you had a brain, you'd be dangerous
A brain you'd be dangerous" (I'ma prove you wrong)
Mama, I'ma grow one day to be famous
And I'ma 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
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 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 had just get my head out 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, 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, a ore 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 mama always said, "If you had a brain, you'd be dangerous
A brain you'd be dangerous" (I'ma prove you wrong)
Mama, I'ma grow one day to be famous
And I'ma 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
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 the 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, y'all, 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
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
Motherfuckin' difficult, ch'yeah, 'til then
Hopefully you 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 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 hip pocket and still the shit got
That white-trash traffic in gridlock
Shit hoppin' like six blocks from a Kid Rock
Insane Clown Posse concert in mid October
And God forbid I see a wizard and get a brain in my titanium cranium, y'all
'Cause I'll turn into the Unabomber

Mama always said, "If you had a brain, you'd be dangerous
A brain you'd be dangerous" (I'ma prove you wrong)
Mama, I'ma grow one day to be famous
And I'ma 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
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 Writer/s: Luis Resto, Marshall Mathers
Publisher: ME GUSTA MUSIC, Universal Music Publishing Group
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