Eminem Has a full of chainsaws Marshall Mathers, Eminem, the rapper, Who can say for Perhaps a frontal lobotomy would be the If science can on this distorted brain and put it to good use will reap a great benefit
I around like a space cadet, place your bets Who's likely to become a serial killer? Case of Fuck, fuck, fuck! take the stress I make a mess as the day Angry and take it out on the neighbors Like this is how I'll cut your up bitches With these hedge trimming scissors with edges Imagination's dangerous, it's the only way to escape this And make the best of this situation, I 'Cause I like a little bitch, this predicament's despicable I'm sick of just getting pushed, it's I look like a wuss, a pussy This kid just took my of licorice And threw my books in a pricker bush I wanna kick his tush, but I was six and fucker was 12 and was 6 foot, with a vicious hook He hit me, I fell, I got up, all I did was book, now there's using your head
Mama said 'If you had a brain, you'd be dangerous A brain be dangerous' (Mama could be wrong) Mama, Ima grow a and be famous And I'mma be a pain in the (Mama be wrong) I'mma use my as a weapon Find a way to escape this Mama always said 'Son, If you had a brain, be dangerous Guess it to be brainless
Fast forward some later A teenager, is a fun, sweet I just got jumped in one week, it's complete It's usually once a month, this is some I've accomplished They've me into the mud gee for what reason, you stumped me But how do you get the shit out of you, be down and be upbeat you don't have no-thing, no valid shot at life Chance To make it or 'Cause you're doomed from the It's like you grew up on drug street, jump street But if I had just kept my up my ass I accomplish any task trash talking in a trance Locked in my room yeah but I got some plans These damn are falling Out of my pants pocket I can't it And I'm starting to blend in more, school this helps for sure I'm getting more self assured than I've ever before Plus no one picks on me anymore, I done put a to that Threw my punch, end of story Still in my skulls a vacant, void Been using it as a bin for storage Take some inventory and as gorge as a Ford engine hinge syringe an orange an extension cord and a Ninja sword Not to mention four lynch pins and a stringent stored ironing board a a wrench or winch and a tangent whore but a brain, but dome's off the fucking chain Like an independent store, wrong with my head Just if I had a brain in it, thank God that I don't Cause I'd be Dahmer cause mama always said
'If you had a brain, you'd be A brain you'd be dangerous' (Mama be wrong) Mama, Ima a name and be famous And I'mma be a pain in the (Mama be wrong) use my head as a weapon Find a way to this insaneness Mama always 'Son, If you had a brain, you'd be dangerous Guess it pays to be
Now my mum "womp womp womp" Cause I'm not that smart but I'm not I was on a bottom of the pile stomped But somehow, I out on top
I you one day, I said they'd have that red carpet rolled out, yo I'm nice, yo, fuck it I'm out Now everywhere I go, they scream out I'm bout to house, yo I'm Lysol, now I'm just Outsold the sell outs, freak the out America, hear them yell out In terror they were so scared, and kids about, belted out Whatever that it fell out Of my mouth, it was so weird Inappropriate, so be it, I see it Maybe one day the smoke clears, it won't be as Motherfuckin' difficult, ch'yea, til Hopefully you little homos get over your fears and grow It's okay to be scared straight, they I provoke queers Til emotions evoke tears, my careers a stroke of sheer genius Smoke and mirrors, tactical, practical jokes, You motherfuckin' insult here Who the fuck would've thunk that one lone MC would be able to take the whole culture and re-upholstery it And boy they did Can't this little hick locked This hip hop shit in his and still the shit got That white trash traffic and Shit happened like a six blocks a Kid Rock Insane Posse Concert in mid Oc-tober And got forbid I see a wizard and get a brain in my titanium dog Cause I into the unabomber mama always said
'If you had a brain, you'd be A brain you'd be (Mama could be wrong) Mama, Ima grow a name and be And I'mma be a in the anus (Mama be wrong) I'mma use my as a weapon Find a way to escape insaneness Mama always 'Son, If you had a brain, you'd be dangerous Guess it pays to be
Insaneness ain't a word you stupid fuck Neither is