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Use A− / A+ to adjust text sizeBrainless
[Intro]Eminem has a full line of chainsawsEminem, Eminem, Eminem, EminemMarshall Mathers, Eminem... the rapper Eminem"Who can say for sure?Perhaps a frontal lobotomy would be the answerIf science could operate on this distorted brainand put it to good useSociety would reap a great benefit."[Verse 1]I walk around like a space cadet, place your betsWho's likely to become a serial killer, case of TourettesFuck, fuck-fuck, can't take the stressI make a mess as the day progressesAngry and take it out on the neighbors hedgesLike this is how I'll cut your face up bitchesWith these hedge trimming scissors with razor edgesImagination's dangerous, it'sThe only way to escape this mess and make the best of thissituation I guessCause I feel like a little bitch, this predicament'sDespicable, I'm sick of just gettin' pushed, it's ridiculousI look like a freakin' wuss, a pussy, this kid just tookMy stick of licorice and threw my sticker books in a picker bushI wanna kick his tush, but I was six and shookThis fucker was twelve and was six foot, with a vicious hookHe hit me, I fell; I got back up, all I did was bookNow there's using your headMomma always said[Hook]If you had a brain, you'd be dangerousA brain, you'd be dangerousI'ma prove you wrongMomma, I'mma grow one day to be famousAnd I'mma be a pain in the anusI'ma be the bombI'ma use my head as a weaponFind a way to escape this insanenessMomma 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, sweetI just got jumped twice in one week, it's completeIt's usually once a month, this is some featI've accomplished, they've stomped me into the mud,gee for what reason, you stumped meBut how do you get the shit beat out of youbeat down and be upbeat when you don't have nothing?No valid shot at life, chance to make it or succeedCause you're doomed from the startit's like you grew up on Jump Street, from jump streetBut if I could just get my head out my assI could accomplish any taskPracticing trash talkin'In a trance locked in my room, yeahbut I got some plans, MommaThese damn rhymes are falling out of my pants pocket,I can't stop itAnd I'm starting to blend in moreIn school this shit helps for sureI'm getting more self-assured than I've ever been beforePlus no one picks on me anymore, I done put a stop to thatthrew my first punch - end of storyStill in my skull is a vacant empty void,been using it more as a bin for storageTake some inventoryIn this gourd there's a Ford engine, door hinge, syringe,an orange, an extension cord, and a Ninja sword, not to mentionfour linchpins an astringent storedIroning board, a bench, a wrench an oru winchan attention whoreEverything but a brain, but dome's off the fucking chain like anindependent storeSomething's wrong with my headJust think if I had a brain in it, thank God that I don'tCause I'd probably be Dahmer, cause Momma always said[Hook]If you had a brain, you'd be dangerousA brain, you'd be dangerousI'ma prove you wrongMomma, I'mma grow one day to be famousAnd I'mma be a pain in the anusI'ma be the bombI'ma use my head as a weaponFind a way to escape this insanenessMomma 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-wahmCause I'm not that smart, but I'm not dumbI was on a bottom of the pile getting stompedBut somehow, I came out on top[Verse 3]I told you one day, I said they'd have that red carpet rolled out, yoI'm nice, yo, fuck it, I'm out coldNow everywhere I go they scream out goI'm 'bout to clean house, yoI'm Lysol, now I'm just householdOutsold the sell-outs, freak the hell out Middle America,hear 'em yell out in terror they were so scared and those kidsJust about, belted out whatever spouted or fell out of my smartaleck mouth, it was so weirdInappropriate, so be it, I don't see itMaybe one day when the smoke clears, it won't be asMothafucking difficult, ch-yeah, 'til then, hopefully yaLittle homos get over your fears and phobiasIt's okay to be scared straight, they said I provoke queers'Til emotions evoke tears, my whole career'sA stroke of sheer genius, smoke and mirrors,tactical, practical jokes, yeahYou mothafuckin' (insert insult here)Who the fuck would've thunk that one little ole MC'dBe able to take the whole culture and re-upholstery it?And boy, they did flock; can't believe this little hick lockedThis hip-hop shit in his hip pocket and still the shit gotThat white trash traffic in gridlock, shit hopping like six blocksFrom a Kid Rock, Insane Clown Posse Concert in mid Oc--Tober, and God forbid I see a wizardand get a brain in my titanium cranium y'all, causeI'll turn into the Unabomber, Momma always said[Hook]If you had a brain, you'd be dangerousA brain, you'd be dangerousI'ma prove you wrongMomma, I'mma grow one day to be famousAnd I'mma be a pain in the anusI'ma be the bombI'ma use my head as a weaponFind a way to escape this insanenessMomma 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 fuckNeither is ain't
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