[Intro]
Eminem Has a full line of chainsaws
Eminem..Eminem..Eminem..Eminem
Marshall Mathers, Eminem, the rapper...Eminem
Who can say fore 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 s***e cadet, place your bets
Who's likely to become a serial killer? Case of tourettes
f*** f*** f*** Can't take the stress
I make a mess as the day progresses
Angry and take it out on the neighbours hedges
Like this is how I'll cut your face up b******
With these hedge trimming scisors with razor edges
Imagination's dangerous, it's the only way to escape this
Mess and make the best of this situation, I guess
Cuz I feel like a little b****'s, predicaments, despicable
I'm sick of just getting pushed, it's ridiculous
I look like a freaking woos, a p****
This kid just took my stick of liquorice
And threw my sticker books in a picker bush
I wanna kick his toosh, but I was six and shook
This f***** 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 there's using your head
[Hook]
Mama always said 'If you had a brain, you'd be dangerous
A brain you'd be dangerous' (Mama could be wrong)
Mama, Ima grow a name and be famous
And I'mma be a pain in the a***
(Mama could be wrong)
I'mma use my head as a weapon
Find a way to escape this insaneness
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
Cuz usually once a month, this is some feat I've accomplished
They've stomped me into the mud [gee] for what reason, you stomped me
But how do you get the s*** beat out of you be down and be upbeat
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 a**
I could accomplish any task
Practicing trash talking in a trance
Locked in my room yeah But I got some plans mama
These d*** rhymes are falling
Out of my pants pocket I can't stop it
And I'm starting to blend in more, school this s*** helps for sure
I'm getting more self a**ured 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 w****
Everything but a brain, but dome's off the f****** 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 mum goes 'womp womp womp'
Cause I'm not that smart but I'm not dumb
I was on a bottom of the pile getting 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, f*** 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
m***********' difficult, ye, till then
Hopefully you little h***s 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
Smoking mirrors, tactical, practical jokes, yeah
You m***********' Insert insult here
Who the f*** would've thought one little lone MC would be able to take the whole c**ture and re-upholstery it
And boy they did flock
Can't believe this little hit blocked
This hip hop s*** and this ??and still the s*** got
That white trash traffic and gridlock
s*** 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 and actinium cranium ??
Cause I turn to the unibomber mama always said
[outro]
Insaneness ain't even a word you stupid f***
Neither is ain't
Eminem Has a full line of chainsaws
Eminem..Eminem..Eminem..Eminem
Marshall Mathers, Eminem, the rapper...Eminem
Who can say fore 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 s***e cadet, place your bets
Who's likely to become a serial killer? Case of tourettes
f*** f*** f*** Can't take the stress
I make a mess as the day progresses
Angry and take it out on the neighbours hedges
Like this is how I'll cut your face up b******
With these hedge trimming scisors with razor edges
Imagination's dangerous, it's the only way to escape this
Mess and make the best of this situation, I guess
Cuz I feel like a little b****'s, predicaments, despicable
I'm sick of just getting pushed, it's ridiculous
I look like a freaking woos, a p****
This kid just took my stick of liquorice
And threw my sticker books in a picker bush
I wanna kick his toosh, but I was six and shook
This f***** 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 there's using your head
[Hook]
Mama always said 'If you had a brain, you'd be dangerous
A brain you'd be dangerous' (Mama could be wrong)
Mama, Ima grow a name and be famous
And I'mma be a pain in the a***
(Mama could be wrong)
I'mma use my head as a weapon
Find a way to escape this insaneness
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
Cuz usually once a month, this is some feat I've accomplished
They've stomped me into the mud [gee] for what reason, you stomped me
But how do you get the s*** beat out of you be down and be upbeat
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 a**
I could accomplish any task
Practicing trash talking in a trance
Locked in my room yeah But I got some plans mama
These d*** rhymes are falling
Out of my pants pocket I can't stop it
And I'm starting to blend in more, school this s*** helps for sure
I'm getting more self a**ured 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 w****
Everything but a brain, but dome's off the f****** 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 mum goes 'womp womp womp'
Cause I'm not that smart but I'm not dumb
I was on a bottom of the pile getting 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, f*** 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
m***********' difficult, ye, till then
Hopefully you little h***s 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
Smoking mirrors, tactical, practical jokes, yeah
You m***********' Insert insult here
Who the f*** would've thought one little lone MC would be able to take the whole c**ture and re-upholstery it
And boy they did flock
Can't believe this little hit blocked
This hip hop s*** and this ??and still the s*** got
That white trash traffic and gridlock
s*** 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 and actinium cranium ??
Cause I turn to the unibomber mama always said
[outro]
Insaneness ain't even a word you stupid f***
Neither is ain't