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Marshall Mathers, Eminem, the rapper,
Who can say for
Perhaps a lobotomy would be the answer
If science can operate on distorted brain and put it to good use
Society will a great benefit

I walk around like a space cadet, place bets
Who's to become a serial killer? Case of tourettes
Fuck, fuck, fuck! Can't the stress
I make a as the day progresses
Angry and take it out on the neighbors
Like is how I'll cut your face up bitches
With these hedge trimming scissors with edges
dangerous, it's the only way to escape this mess
And make the of this situation, I guess
'Cause I feel a little bitch, this predicament's despicable
I'm of just getting pushed, it's ridiculous
I look like a wuss, a pussy
This kid just my stick of licorice
And threw my sticker books in a bush
I wanna his tush, but I was six and shook
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 your head

Mama always said 'If you had a brain, you'd be
A brain you'd be (Mama could be wrong)
Mama, Ima a name and be famous
And I'mma be a pain in the
(Mama be wrong)
use my head as a weapon
Find a way to escape insaneness
Mama always said 'Son, If you had a brain, you'd be
Guess it to be brainless

Fast some years later
A teenager, this is a fun,
I just got twice in one week, it's complete
It's usually once a month, this is some feat I've
They've stomped me into the mud gee for reason, you stumped me
But how do you get the beat out of you, be down and be upbeat
When you don't have no-thing, no shot at life
To make it or succeed
'Cause doomed from the start
like you grew up on drug street, from jump street
But if I had just my head up my ass
I could any task
Practicing trash in a trance
Locked in my room yeah but I got some mama
These damn rhymes are
Out of my pants I can't stop it
And I'm starting to blend in more, school this helps for sure
I'm getting more self than I've ever been before
Plus no one picks on me anymore, I put a stop to that
my first punch, end of story
Still in my a vacant, empty void
Been using it more as a bin for
Take some inventory and as gorge as a Ford engine door hinge syringe an orange an cord and a Ninja sword
Not to mention four pins and a stringent stored ironing board a bench a wrench or winch and a tangent whore
but a brain, but dome's off the fucking chain
Like an independent store, something's wrong with my
think if I had a brain in it, thank God that I don't
Cause I'd probably be Dahmer mama always said

'If you had a brain, you'd be
A brain you'd be (Mama could be wrong)
Mama, Ima grow a name and be
And I'mma be a pain in the
(Mama be wrong)
I'mma use my head as a
Find a way to escape this
Mama always said 'Son, If you had a brain, you'd be
it pays to be brainless

Now my mum goes "womp womp"
I'm not that smart but I'm not dumb
I was on a bottom of the pile getting
But somehow, I out on top

I told you one day, I they'd have that red carpet rolled out, yo
I'm nice, yo, fuck it I'm out
Now everywhere I go, scream out 'Go'
I'm to clean house, yo
I'm Lysol, now I'm just
Outsold the sell outs, freak the out
America, hear them yell out
In they were so scared, and those kids
Just about, out
Whatever spout that it out
Of my mouth, it was so weird
Inappropriate, so be it, I see it
Maybe one day the smoke clears, it won't be as
Motherfuckin' difficult, ch'yea, til
Hopefully you little homos get over your and grow beards
It's to be scared straight, they said I provoke queers
Til evoke tears, my whole careers a stroke of sheer genius
Smoke and mirrors, tactical, jokes, yeah
You motherfuckin' Insert insult
Who the fuck would've thunk that one little MC would be able to take the whole culture and re-upholstery it
And boy did flock
Can't this little hick locked
This hip hop shit in his pocket and the shit got
white trash traffic and gridlock
Shit happened a six blocks from a Kid Rock
Clown Posse Concert in mid Oc-tober
And got I see a wizard and get a brain in my titanium cranium dog
I turn into the unabomber mama always said

'If you had a brain, you'd be
A brain you'd be dangerous' (Mama be wrong)
Mama, Ima grow a name and be
And I'mma be a pain in the
(Mama be wrong)
I'mma use my head as a
Find a way to escape insaneness
Mama always 'Son, If you had a brain, you'd be dangerous
Guess it to be brainless

Insaneness ain't even a word you stupid
is ain't