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The Marshall Mathers LP 2,
[Intro]
Eminem has a full line of chainsaws
Eminem..Eminem..Eminem..Eminem
Marshall Mathers, Eminem, the rapper…Eminem
"Who can say it 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 will 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 trimmin' 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 picker 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
Mama always said,
[Hook]
'If you had a brain, you'd be dangerous
A brain you'd be dangerous
I'ma prove you wrong
Mama, I'ma grow one day to be famous
And I'ma be a pain in the anus
I'ma be the bomb
I'ma use my head as a weapon
Find a way to escape this insaness
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 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 stomped me into the mud [gee] for what reason?
You stumped me,
But how do you get the shit beat outta you, beat down and be upbeat
When you don't have nothing, 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 jump street from Jump Street
But if I could just get my head out my ass
I could accomplish any task
Practicin' trash talkin'
In a trance locked in my room, yeah but I got some plans, Mama
These damn rhymes are fallin'
Outta my pants pocket I can't stop it
And I'm startin' to blend in more,
In 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's a vacant, empty void
Been usin' it more as a bin for storage
Take some inventory
In this gourd there's a Ford engine, door hinge, syringe, an orange,
An extension cord and a Ninja sword
Not to mention four linchpins, an astringent stored
Ironing board, a bench, a wrench, an Ore winch, 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 Mama always said
[Hook]
'If you had a brain, you'd be dangerous
A brain you'd be dangerous
I'ma prove you wrong
Mama, I'ma grow one day to be famous
And I'ma be a pain in the anus
I'ma be the bomb
I'ma use my head as a weapon
Find a way to escape this insaness
Mama always said, 'Son, If you had a brain,
You'd be dangerous
Guess it pays to be brainless
[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 sellouts, freak the hell out
Middle America, hear 'em yell out in terror
They were so scared and those kids
Just about, belted out
Whatever spouted or 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, ch'yeah, 'til then hopefully ya'll
Little 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 motherfuckin' "Insert insult here"
Who the fuck would've thunk that one little ole' MC'd
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 in Gridlock
Shit hoppin' like six blocks from a Kid Rock
Insane Clown Posse Concert in mid Oc-tober
And God forbid I see the wizard and get a brain in my titanium cranium
Ya'll cause I'd turn into the Unabomber,
Mama always said,
[Hook]
'If you had a brain, you'd be dangerous
A brain you'd be dangerous
I'ma prove you wrong
Mama, I'ma grow one day to be famous
And I'ma be a pain in the anus
I'ma be the bomb
I'ma use my head as a weapon
Find a way to escape this insaness
Mama always said, 'Son, If you had a brain,
You'd be dangerous
Guess it pays to be brainless
[Outro]
"Insaness" ain't even a word, you stupid fuck
Neither is "ain't"
