Eminem – Brainless

Multi-Talented American award winning rapper and songwriter, Eminem presents another melodious record which is titled “Brainless”.

This intriguing record which appeared on his top charting album project called “The Marshall Mathers LP2” was officially released on 5 November 2013.

We would like you to add this undeniable hit song to your playlist, you won’t regret it yuh.

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LYRICS

Eminem has a full line of chainsaws

Eminem… Eminem… 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

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 getting 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

If you had a brain you’d be dangerous, a brain you’d be dangerous

I’mma prove you wrong

Mama, 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

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 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 gettin’ 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 gourde 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

Ironin’ board a bench, a wrench, a ore, wench an attention whore

Everything but a brain, but dome’s off the fuckin’ 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

If you had a brain you’d be dangerous, a brain you’d be dangerous

I’mma prove you wrong

Mama, 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

Mama always said, “Son, if you had a brain you’d be dangerous, guess it pays to be brainless.”

Now my mom goes wahm-wahm-wahm

‘Cause I’m not that smart, but I’m not dumb

I was on the bottom of the pile gettin’ stomped

But somehow I came out on top

(Oh-oh-oo-oh)

I told you one day, I said they’d have that red carpet rolled out, yo

I’m nice ya’ll, 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

Out sold 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 spouted or fell out 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 yeah, ’til then hopefully ya

Little homos get over your fears and phobias

It’s OK to be scared-straight they said I provoked 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 woulda 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 hip 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 October

And God forbid I see the Wizard and get a brain in my titanium cranium, y’all cause

I’ll turn into the Unabomber mama always said

If you had a brain you’d be dangerous, a brain you’d be dangerous

I’mma prove you wrong

Mama, 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

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

Neither is “ain’t”