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Marshall Mathers, Eminem, the rapper,
Who can say for
a frontal lobotomy would be the answer
If science can operate on this brain and put it to good use
Society reap a great benefit

I walk around a space cadet, place your bets
Who's likely to a serial killer? Case of tourettes
Fuck, fuck, fuck! Can't the stress
I make a mess as the day
Angry and it out on the neighbors hedges
Like this is how cut your face up bitches
With these trimming scissors with razor edges
Imagination's dangerous, it's the only way to this mess
And make the best of situation, I guess
'Cause I feel like a little bitch, this despicable
I'm sick of getting pushed, it's ridiculous
I look a freaking wuss, a pussy
This kid took my stick of licorice
And threw my sticker in a pricker bush
I wanna his tush, but I was six and shook
This fucker was 12 and was 6 foot, with a hook
He hit me, I fell, I got back up, all I did was book, now there's using your

Mama said 'If you had a brain, you'd be dangerous
A brain you'd be (Mama could be wrong)
Mama, Ima grow a and be famous
And I'mma be a in the anus
(Mama be wrong)
use my head as a weapon
Find a way to escape this
Mama always said 'Son, If you had a brain, you'd be
it pays to be brainless

Fast forward some years
A teenager, is a fun, sweet
I just got jumped in one week, it's complete
It's usually once a month, this is some I've accomplished
They've stomped me into the mud gee for what reason, you me
But how do you get the beat out of you, be down and be upbeat
When you have no-thing, no valid shot at life
To make it or succeed
'Cause you're from the start
It's like you grew up on street, from jump street
But if I had just kept my up my ass
I could any task
Practicing talking in a trance
Locked in my room yeah but I got some mama
These damn rhymes are
Out of my pants pocket I stop it
And I'm to blend in more, school this shit helps for sure
I'm getting more self assured than I've been before
no one picks on me anymore, I done put a stop to that
Threw my first punch, end of
in my skulls a vacant, empty void
Been using it as a bin for storage
Take some inventory and as gorge as a Ford engine door hinge syringe an orange an cord and a Ninja sword
Not to mention four lynch pins and a stringent stored ironing board a a wrench or winch and a tangent whore
Everything but a brain, but dome's off the fucking
Like an independent store, wrong with my head
Just think if I had a brain in it, thank God that I
Cause I'd probably be Dahmer cause mama always

'If you had a brain, you'd be
A you'd be dangerous' (Mama could be wrong)
Mama, Ima a name and be famous
And I'mma be a in the anus
(Mama be wrong)
use my head as a weapon
Find a way to escape insaneness
Mama always said 'Son, If you had a brain, you'd be
Guess it pays to be

Now my mum goes "womp womp"
Cause I'm not that but I'm not dumb
I was on a of the pile getting stomped
But somehow, I out on top

I told you one day, I said have that red carpet rolled out, yo
I'm nice, yo, it I'm out cold
Now everywhere I go, they scream out
I'm to clean house, yo
I'm Lysol, now I'm household
Outsold the sell outs, the hell out
Middle America, hear yell out
In they were so scared, and those kids
about, belted out
Whatever that it fell out
Of my mouth, it was so weird
Inappropriate, so be it, I see it
one day when the smoke clears, it won't be as
Motherfuckin' difficult, ch'yea, til
Hopefully you little homos get over your fears and beards
It's okay to be straight, they said I provoke queers
Til emotions evoke tears, my whole careers a stroke of genius
Smoke and mirrors, tactical, practical jokes,
You motherfuckin' Insert here
Who the fuck would've thunk that one little lone MC would be able to take the culture and re-upholstery it
And boy did flock
Can't believe little hick locked
This hip hop shit in his pocket and the shit got
That trash traffic and gridlock
Shit like a six blocks from a Kid Rock
Insane Clown Posse in mid Oc-tober
And got forbid I see a wizard and get a in my titanium cranium dog
Cause I turn into the unabomber always said

'If you had a brain, be dangerous
A brain you'd be dangerous' (Mama be wrong)
Mama, Ima a name and be famous
And I'mma be a in the anus
(Mama be wrong)
use my head as a weapon
Find a way to escape this
Mama always 'Son, If you had a brain, you'd be dangerous
it pays to be brainless

Insaneness ain't even a word you stupid
Neither is