Brainless

[Intro]

Eminem has a full line of chainsaws

Eminem, Eminem, 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 could operate on this distorted brain and put it to good use, society would 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 gettin' pushed

It's ridiculous, I look like a frickin' 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—

[Hook]

If you had a brain, you'd be dangerous

A brain, you'd be dangerous

I'ma prove you wrong

Momma, I'ma grow one day to be famous

And I'ma 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

[Verse 2]

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, practicin' 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 gourd 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, an ORU

Winch, 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—

[Hook]

If you had a brain, you'd be dangerous

A brain, you'd be dangerous

I'ma prove you wrong

Momma, I'ma grow one day to be famous

And I'ma 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

[Bridge]

Now my mom goes wahm-wahm-wahm

'Cause I'm not that smart, but I'm not dumb

I was on a 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, y'all, 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 'em yell out

In terror, they were so scared

And those kids just about belted out

Whatever spouted or fell out

Of my smart aleck 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, ch-yeah

'Til then, hopefully you little homos

Get over your fears and phobias

It's okay to be scared straight

They said I provoke queers 'til emotions evoke tears

My whole career's a stroke of sheer genius

Smoke and mirrors, tactical, practical jokes, yeah

You motherfuckin' (insert insult here)

Who the fuck woulda thunk that one little ol' MC'd

Be able to take the whole culture and re-upholstery it?

And boy, they did flock; can't believe this little hick locked

This hip-hop shit in his hip pocket, and still the shit got

That white-trash traffic in gridlock

Shit hoppin' like six blocks

From a Kid Rock/Insane Clown Posse concert in mid Oc-

-tober, and God forbid I see a wizard

And get a brain in my titanium cranium, y'all, 'cause

I'll turn into the Unabomber, Momma always said—

[Hook]

If you had a brain, you'd be dangerous

A brain, you'd be dangerous

I'ma prove you wrong

Momma, I'ma grow one day to be famous

And I'ma 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

[Outro]

Insaneness ain't even a word, you stupid fuck!

Neither is ain't