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 can operate on this distorted brain and put it to good use
Society will reap a great benefit

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
Cuz I feel like a little bitch´s, predicaments, despicable

I´m sick of just getting pushed, it´s ridiculous
I look like a freaking wuss, 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

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 insaneness

Mama always said ´Son, If you had a brain, you´d be dangerous
Guess it pays to be brainless

Fast forward some years later
A teenager, this is a 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 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
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 ass
I could accomplish any task
Practicing trash talking in a trance
Locked in my room yeah 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
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 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 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 mama always said

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 insaneness
Mama always said ´Son, If you had a brain, you´d be dangerous
Guess it pays to be brainless

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

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
[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
Motherfuckin´ difficult, ch´yea, til then
Hopefully you little homos get over your fears and grow beards
It´s okay to be scared straight, they said I provoke queers
Til emotions evoke tears, my whole careers a stroke of sheer genius
Smoke and mirrors, tactical, practical jokes, yeah
You motherfuckin´ Insert insult here

Who the fuck would´ve thunk 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 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 got forbid I see a wizard and get a brain in my titanium cranium dog
Cause I turn into the unabomber mama always said

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 insaneness
Mama always said ´Son, If you had a brain, you´d be dangerous
Guess it pays to be brainless

Insaneness ain´t even a word you stupid fuck
[Marshal Mathers]
Neither is ain´t