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Poor 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 his 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 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 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 b-, predicaments, despicable I'm sick of just getting pushed, it's ridiculous I look like a freaking wuss, a pu- This kid just took my stick of licorice and threw my sticker books in a picker bush I wanna kick his toosh, but I was six and shook This f- was 12 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 (Mama could be wrong) Mama, I'ma grow a name and be famous And I'ma be a pain in the anus (Mama could be wrong) 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 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 sh- 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 - 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'ma be a pain in the anus (Mama could be wrong) 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 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 Motherfu- difficult, ch'yea, 'til then Hopefully you little hom- get over your fears and grow beards It's okay to be scared straight, they said I provoke qu- 'Til emotions evoke tears, my whole careers a stroke of sheer genius Smoke and mirrors, tactical, practical jokes, yeah You motherfu- (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 sh- in his pocket and still the sh- got that white trash traffic and gridlock Sh- 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'ma be a pain in the anus (Mama could be wrong) 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 - Neither is ain't
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