Eminem Has a full line of chainsaws
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
I walk around like a space cadet, place your bets
Whos likely to become a serial killer? Case of tourettes
Fuck, fuck, fuck! Cant take the stress
I make a mess as the day progresses
Angry and take it out on the neighbors hedges
Like this is how Ill cut your face up bitches
With these hedge trimming scissors with razor edges
Imaginations dangerous, its the only way to escape this mess
And make the best of this situation, I guess
Cause I feel like a little bitch, this predicaments despicable
Im sick of just getting pushed, its ridiculous
I look like a freaking wuss, a pussy
This kid just took my stick of licorice
And threw my sticker books in a pricker bush
I wanna kick his tush, 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 theres using your head
Mama always said If you had a brain, youd be dangerous
A brain youd be dangerous (Mama could be wrong)
Mama, Ima grow a name and be famous
And Imma be a pain in the anus
(Mama could be wrong)
Imma use my head as a weapon
Find a way to escape this insaneness
Mama always said Son, If you had a brain, youd 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, its complete
Its usually once a month, this is some feat Ive accomplished
Theyve stomped me into the mud gee for what reason, you stumped me
But how do you get the shit beat out of you, be down and be upbeat
When you dont have no-thing, no valid shot at life
Chance To make it or succeed
Cause youre doomed from the start
Its 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 cant stop it
And Im starting to blend in more, school this shit helps for sure
Im getting more self assured than Ive 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 domes off the fucking chain
Like an independent store, somethings wrong with my head
Just think if I had a brain in it, thank God that I dont
Cause Id probably be Dahmer cause mama always said
If you had a brain, youd be dangerous
A brain youd be dangerous (Mama could be wrong)
Mama, Ima grow a name and be famous
And Imma be a pain in the anus
(Mama could be wrong)
Imma use my head as a weapon
Find a way to escape this insaneness
Mama always said Son, If you had a brain, youd be dangerous
Guess it pays to be brainless
Now my mum goes womp womp womp
Cause Im not that smart but Im 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 theyd have that red carpet rolled out, yo
Im nice, yo, fuck it Im out cold
Now everywhere I go, they scream out Go
Im bout to clean house, yo
Im Lysol, now Im just household
Outsold the sell outs, freak the hell out
Middle America, hear them yell out
In terror they were so scared, and those kids
Just about, belted out
Whatever spout that it fell out
Of my smartaleck mouth, it was so weird
Inappropriate, so be it, I dont see it
Maybe one day when the smoke clears, it wont be as
Motherfuckin difficult, chyea, til then
Hopefully you little homos get over your fears and grow beards
Its okay to be scared straight, they said I provoke queers
Til 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 wouldve thunk that one little lone MC would be able to take the whole culture and re-upholstery it
And boy they did flock
Cant believe this little hick locked
This hip hop shit in his pocket and still the shit got
That white trash traffic and gridlock
Shit happened like a six blocks from a Kid Rock
Insane Clown Posse Concert in mid Oc-tober
And got forbid I see a wizard and get a brain in my titanium cranium dog
Cause I turn into the unabomber mama always said
If you had a brain, youd be dangerous
A brain youd be dangerous (Mama could be wrong)
Mama, Ima grow a name and be famous
And Imma be a pain in the anus
(Mama could be wrong)
Imma use my head as a weapon
Find a way to escape this insaneness
Mama always said Son, If you had a brain, youd be dangerous
Guess it pays to be brainless
Insaneness aint even a word you stupid fuck
Neither is aint