Eminem - Brainless Lyrics

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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"

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 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 bitch
This predicament's despicable
I'm sick of just gettin' pushed, it's ridiculous
I look like a freakin' 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
Momma always said

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 anus
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!

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 shit 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 ass
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 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 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 whore
Everything but a brain, but dome's off the fuckin' 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

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 anus
I'ma be the bomb
I'ma use my head as a weapon, find a way to escape thi