Eminem - Brainless lyrics

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[Intro] Eminem has a full line of chainsaws 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 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 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 neighbors hedges Like this is how I'll cut your face up, bitches With these hedge trimmin' 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 bitch, this predicament's, Despicable I'm sick of just getting pushed it's ridiculous I look like a freaking wuss, A pussy 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 fucker 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 Mama always said... [Hook] 'If you had a brain, you'd be dangerous A brain you'd be dangerous' (I'm prove you wrong) Mama, I'm a grow one day to be famous And I'm a be a pain in the anus (I'm a be the bomb) I'm a use my head as a weapon Find a way to escape this insaness 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 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 up beat, 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 [Hook] [Bridge] Now my mom goes wahm-wahm-wahm Cause I'm not that smart, but I'm not dumb I was on he bottom of the pile gettin' 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, 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 they did flock Can't believe this loaded Glock This hip hop shit and this ??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 unibomber mama always said [Outro] Insaneness ain't even a word you stupid fuck Neither is ain'

[Intro]

Eminem has a full line of chainsaws
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 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 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 neighbors hedges
Like this is how I'll cut your face up, bitches
With these hedge trimmin' 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 bitch, this predicament's,
Despicable I'm sick of just getting pushed it's ridiculous
I look like a freaking wuss,
A pussy 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 fucker 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
Mama always said...

[Hook]
'If you had a brain, you'd be dangerous
A brain you'd be dangerous' (I'm prove you wrong)
Mama, I'm a grow one day to be famous
And I'm a be a pain in the anus
(I'm a be the bomb)
I'm a use my head as a weapon
Find a way to escape this insaness
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 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 up beat,
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

[Hook]

[Bridge]

Now my mom goes wahm-wahm-wahm
Cause I'm not that smart, but I'm not dumb
I was on he bottom of the pile gettin' 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, 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 they did flock
Can't believe this loaded Glock
This hip hop shit and this ??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 unibomber mama always said

[Outro]

Insaneness ain't even a word you stupid fuck
Neither is ain'