Eminem - Brainless lyrics

[Intro:] 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 [Verse 1:] I walk around like a space cadet, place your bets Who's likely to become a serial k**er? Case of tourettes f** f** f**, 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 b**hes 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 b**h's, predicaments, despicable I'm sick of just getting pushed, it's ridiculous I look like a freaking woos, a p**y 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 f**er 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 [Hook:] 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 an*s (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 [Verse 2:] 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 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 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 a** 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 sh** helps for sure I'm getting more self a**ured 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 who*e Everything but a brain, but dome's off the f**ing 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 [Hook] [Bridge:] 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 [Verse 3:] I told you one day, I said they'd have that red carpet rolled out, yo I'm nice, yo, f** 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 Motherf**in' difficult, ye, till then Hopefully you little h*mos 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 motherf**in' (insert insult here) Who the f** 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 sh** in his hip pocket And still the sh** got that White trash traffic and gridlock sh** 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 [Outro:] Insaneness ain't even a word you stupid f** Neither is ain't