Eminem Has a full line of chainsaws, Eminem..Eminem..Eminem..Eminem, Marshall Mathers, Eminem, the rapper…Eminem, Who can say fore 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 tourettes, Fuck fuck fuck, can't take the stress, I make a mess as the day progresses, Angry and take it out on the neighbours hedges, Like this is how I'll cut your face up bitches, With these hedge trimming scisors with razor edges, Imagination's dangerous, it's the only way to escape this
Mess and make the best of this situation, I guess, Cuz I feel like a little bitch's, predicaments, despicable, I'm sick of just getting pushed, it's ridiculous, I look like a freaking woos, a pussy, This kid just took my stick of liquorice, And threw my sticker books in a picker bush, I wanna kick his toosh, but I was six and shook, This 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 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, Ima grow a name and be famous, And I'mma be a pain in the anus, Mama could be wrong, I'mma 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 gee for what reason, you stomped me, But how do you get the shit 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, Cuz 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 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 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
Mama always said If you had a brain, you'd be dangerous, A brain you'd be dangerous Mama could be wrong, Mama, Ima grow a name and be famous, And I'mma be a pain in the anus, Mama could be wrong, I'mma 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 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
Until 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, Motherfuckin' difficult, ye, till then, Hopefully you little homos get over your fears and grow beards
It's okay to be scared straight, they said I provoke queers, Till emotions evoke tears, my whole careers a stroke of sheer genius
Smoke and mirrors, tactical, practical jokes, yeah! You motherfuckin' insert insult here, Who the fuck would've thought one little lone MC would be able to take the whole culture and re-upholstery it
And boy did they 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 and gridlock, Shit hopping like a six blocks from a Kid Rock
Insane Clown Posse concert in mid oc-tober, And got forbid ah see a wizard and get a brain in my titanium cranium dog, Cause I turn to the Unabomber mama always said
Insaneness ain't even a word you stupid fuck, neither is ain't