เพลง Brainless (Explicit)

Brainless - Eminem

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

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

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

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 drugsstreet,

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

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

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

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 geniussheer

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