Eminem

Eminem - Brainless songtekst

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Eminem
Has a full line of chainsaws

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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:]
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 neighbours hedges
Like this is how I'll cut your face up bitches 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
Cos I feel like a little bitch's, predicaments, despicable, I'm sick of just getting pushed, it's ridiculous
I look like a freaking woos, a pussy, 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 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 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 anus
(Mama could be wrong)
I'mma use my head as a weapon
Find a way to escape this insaness
Mama always said '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
Cos usually once a month, this is some feat I've accomplished
They've stomped me into the mud [due?] for what reason, you stomped me
But how do you get the shit 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
Cos you're doomed from the start
It's like you grew up on drugs[] street, from jump street

What 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 [?]
But I got some plans, mama, these damn rhymes are falling out of my pants pocket
I can't stop it
And I'm starting to blend in more, school this shit helps for sure
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 skulls a vacant, empty [?], using it more as a bin for storage
Take some inventory Ford engine door hinge syringe an? An extension cord and a Ninja sword

Not to mention four lynch pins and a [?]

Everything but a brain, but [?] off the fucking 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 dumber!

[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 anus
(Mama could be wrong)
I'mma use my head as a weapon
Find a way to escape this insaness
Mama always said 'If you had a brain, you'd be dangerous
Guess it pays to be brainless

[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, 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 them yell out
[?] they were so scared, and those kids
Just about, belted out
Whatever spout that it 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, ye, till then
Hopefully you little homos get over your fears and grow Beard
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 motherfuckin' [?]
Who the fuck would've thought one little lone mc would be able to take the whole culture and re-upholstery it
And boy they did flock
Can't believe this [?]
This hip hop
That white trash [?]
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