Luis Resto - Brainless lyrics

[Intro] Eminem has a full line of chainsaws Eminem, Eminem, Eminem, Eminem, Eminem, Eminem Marshall Mathers, Eminem... the rapper Eminem "Who can say for sure? Perhaps a frontal lobotomy would be the answer If science could operate on this distorted brain and put it to good use Society would 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 neighbors hedges Like this is how I'll cut your face up b**hes With these hedge trimming scissors with razor edges Imagination's dangerous, it's The only way to escape this mess and make the best of this situation I guess Cause I feel like a little b**h, this predicament's Despicable, I'm sick of just gettin' pushed, it's ridiculous I look like a freakin' wuss, a p**y, this kid just took My stick of licorice and threw my sticker books in a picker bush I wanna kick his tush, but I was six and shook This f**er was twelve and was six 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 Momma always said [Hook] If you had a brain, you'd be dangerous - a brain, you'd be dangerous I'ma prove you wrong Momma, I'mma grow one day to be famous, and I'mma be a pain in the an*s I'ma be the bomb I'ma use my head as a weapon, find a way to escape this insaneness Momma 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 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 stumped me But how do you get the sh** beat out of you, beat down and be upbeat when you don't have nothing? No valid shot at life, chance to make it or succeed Cause you're doomed from the start, it's like you grew up on Jump Street, from jump street But if I could just get my head out my a** I could accomplish any task Practicing trash talkin' In a trance locked in my room, yeah, but I got some plans, Momma These damn rhymes are falling out of my pants pocket, I can't stop it And I'm starting to blend in more In 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 skull's a vacant empty void been usin' it more as a bin for storage, take some inventory In this gourde there's a Ford engine, door hinge, syringe, an orange An extension cord and a Ninja sword Not to mention four linchpins, an astringent stored Ironin' board a bench, a wrench, a ore, wench an attention who*e Everything but a brain, but dome's off the f**in' 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 Momma always said [Hook] If you had a brain, you'd be dangerous - a brain, you'd be dangerous I'ma prove you wrong Momma, I'mma grow one day to be famous, and I'mma be a pain in the an*s I'ma be the bomb I'ma use my head as a weapon, find a way to escape this insaneness Momma always said, "Son, if you had a brain, you'd be dangerous" Guess it pays to be brainless [Bridge] Now my Mom goes wahm-wahm-wahm 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 'em yell out in terror they were so scared and those kids Just about, belted out whatever spouted or fell out of my smart aleck 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 Mothaf**ing difficult, ch-yeah, 'til then, hopefully ya Little h*mos get over your fears and phobias It's okay to be scared straight, they said I provoke queers 'Til emotions evoke tears, my whole career's A stroke of sheer genius, smoke and mirrors, tactical, practical jokes, yeah You mothaf**in' (insert insult here) Who the f** would've thunk that one little ole MC'd Be able to take the whole culture and re-upholstery it? And boy, they did 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 in gridlock, sh** hopping like six blocks From a Kid Rock, Insane Clown Posse Concert in mid Oc- -Tober, and God forbid I see a wizard and get a brain in my titanium cranium y'all, cause I'll turn into the Unabomber, Momma always said [Hook] If you had a brain, you'd be dangerous - a brain, you'd be dangerous I'ma prove you wrong Momma, I'mma grow one day to be famous, and I'mma be a pain in the an*s I'ma be the bomb I'ma use my head as a weapon, find a way to escape this insaneness Momma always said, "Son, if you had a brain, you'd be dangerous" Guess it pays to be brainless [Outro] Insaneness ain't even a word, you stupid f** Neither is ain't