Eminem
Eminem - Brainless songtekst
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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:] 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 [?]