Eminem Has a full 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 will reap a great benefit
I walk around like a cadet, place your bets Who's to become a serial killer? Case of tourettes Fuck, fuck, fuck! Can't take the I a mess as the day progresses Angry and take it out on the neighbors Like this is how I'll cut your face up these hedge trimming scissors with razor edges Imagination's dangerous, it's the way to escape this mess And make the best of this situation, I 'Cause I like 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 my stick of licorice And threw my sticker books in a 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 head
always said '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 I'mma be a in the anus (Mama be wrong) use my head as a weapon Find a way to escape insaneness Mama said 'Son, If you had a brain, you'd be dangerous Guess it pays to be
forward some years later A teenager, this is a fun, I just got jumped 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 shit beat out of you, be and be upbeat When you have no-thing, no valid shot at life Chance To make it or 'Cause you're doomed the start It's you grew up on drug street, from jump street But if I had just kept my up my ass I accomplish any task Practicing trash in a trance Locked in my yeah but I got some plans mama These damn rhymes are Out of my pocket I can't stop it And I'm starting to blend in more, 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 Still in my skulls a vacant, empty Been using it more as a bin for Take some inventory and as gorge as a Ford engine door hinge syringe an orange an extension cord and a sword Not to mention four lynch pins and a stringent stored ironing a bench a wrench or winch and a tangent whore Everything but a brain, but dome's off the chain Like an independent store, something's wrong my head Just if I had a brain in it, thank God that I don't Cause I'd probably be cause mama always said
'If you had a brain, be dangerous A you'd 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 a way to escape this insaneness Mama always 'Son, If you had a brain, you'd be dangerous Guess it to be brainless
Now my mum goes "womp womp" Cause I'm not that but I'm not dumb I was on a bottom of the 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 I go, they scream out 'Go' I'm bout to house, yo I'm Lysol, now I'm just Outsold the sell outs, the hell out Middle America, hear them out In they were so scared, and those kids Just about, out Whatever spout that it out Of my smartaleck mouth, it was so Inappropriate, so be it, I see it Maybe one day when the smoke clears, it be as Motherfuckin' difficult, ch'yea, til Hopefully you little homos get over your and grow beards It's okay to be scared straight, they said I provoke Til emotions tears, my whole careers a stroke of sheer 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 believe this little hick locked This hip hop shit in his and still the shit got white trash traffic and gridlock Shit happened like a six from a Kid Rock Insane Clown Posse Concert in mid And got I see a wizard and get a brain in my titanium cranium dog Cause I turn the unabomber mama always said
'If you had a brain, be dangerous A you'd be dangerous' (Mama could be wrong) Mama, Ima grow a and be famous And I'mma be a pain in the (Mama be wrong) I'mma use my head as a Find a way to this insaneness Mama said 'Son, If you had a brain, you'd be dangerous Guess it to be brainless
Insaneness ain't even a word you stupid Neither is