Eminem Has a line of chainsaws Marshall Mathers, Eminem, the rapper, Who can say for Perhaps a frontal lobotomy would be the If science can operate on this distorted and put it to good use Society will a great benefit
I walk around a space cadet, place your bets Who's likely to become a serial killer? Case of Fuck, fuck, fuck! take the stress I make a as the day progresses Angry and take it out on the hedges Like is how I'll cut your face up bitches these hedge trimming scissors with razor edges Imagination's dangerous, it's the way to escape this mess And make the of this situation, I guess 'Cause I feel a little bitch, this predicament's despicable I'm of just getting pushed, it's ridiculous I look like a freaking wuss, a This kid just took my of licorice And threw my books in a pricker bush I wanna his tush, but I was six and shook 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 using your head
Mama always 'If you had a brain, you'd be dangerous A brain be dangerous' (Mama could be wrong) Mama, Ima a name and be famous And be a pain in the anus (Mama be wrong) I'mma use my as a weapon Find a way to escape this Mama always 'Son, If you had a brain, you'd be dangerous Guess it pays to be
Fast forward some years A teenager, this is a fun, I just got twice in one week, it's complete It's usually once a month, this is feat I've accomplished stomped me into the mud gee for what reason, you stumped me But how do you get the beat out of you, be down and be upbeat When you don't have no-thing, no valid shot at Chance To make it or you're doomed from the start It's like you grew up on drug street, from street But if I had kept my head up my ass I could accomplish any Practicing trash in a trance Locked in my room yeah but I got some plans damn rhymes are falling Out of my pants I can't stop it And I'm starting to blend in more, school this shit helps for I'm getting more self assured than I've ever before Plus no one picks on me anymore, I done put a to that Threw my punch, end of story Still in my a vacant, empty void 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 Not to mention four lynch pins and a stored ironing board a bench a wrench or winch and a tangent whore Everything but a brain, but dome's off the fucking Like an independent store, something's wrong with my Just think if I had a brain in it, God that I don't Cause I'd probably be Dahmer cause mama said
'If you had a brain, be dangerous A brain you'd be dangerous' (Mama be wrong) Mama, Ima grow a and be famous And I'mma be a pain in the (Mama be wrong) I'mma use my as a weapon Find a way to escape insaneness Mama always said 'Son, If you had a brain, be dangerous it pays to be brainless
Now my mum "womp womp womp" I'm not that smart 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 they'd have 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 them out In terror they so scared, and those kids about, belted out Whatever spout that it out Of my mouth, it was so weird Inappropriate, so be it, I see it Maybe one day when the smoke clears, it be as difficult, ch'yea, til then Hopefully you little get over your fears and grow beards It's okay to be scared straight, they I provoke queers Til emotions evoke tears, my whole careers a of sheer genius Smoke and mirrors, tactical, practical jokes, You motherfuckin' Insert insult Who the would've thunk that one little lone MC would be able to take the whole culture and re-upholstery it And boy they did Can't believe this little locked This hip hop shit in his pocket and still the got white trash traffic and gridlock Shit happened like a six blocks from a Kid Clown Posse Concert in mid Oc-tober And got forbid I see a wizard and get a brain in my cranium dog Cause I turn into the unabomber mama said
'If you had a brain, you'd be A brain you'd be (Mama could be wrong) Mama, Ima grow a name and be And I'mma be a pain in the (Mama be wrong) I'mma use my head as a a way to escape this insaneness Mama always said 'Son, If you had a brain, you'd be Guess it to be brainless
Insaneness ain't even a you stupid fuck Neither is