Eminem - Brainless (Lyrics Video)
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Eminem - Brainless (Lyrics)Intro
Eminem has a full line of chainsaws 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 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 pricker 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'mma prove you wrong Momma, I'mma grow one day to be famous And I'mma be a pain in the anus, I'mma be the bomb I'mma 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 no-thing 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 drug street, from jump street But 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 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 startin' to blend in more, 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 is a vacant, empty void been using it more as a bin for storage Take some inventory, in this gorge there's 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 an oru winch, and an attention whore Everything but a brain, but dome's 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 Dahmer, cause Mamma always said Hook Bridge Now my Mom goes womp-womp-womp 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, 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 'em yell out in terror 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 Mothafuckin' difficult, ch-yeah, til then Hopefully you lil' 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 mothafuckin' (insert insult here) Who the fuck would've thought that 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 little hick locked This hip-hop shit in his hip pocket and still the shit got That White Trash traffic and gridlock, shit happened like a 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 dog Cause I'd turn into the Unabomber, Momma always said Hook Outro Insaneness ain't even a word, you stupid fuck Neither is ain't |
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