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Eminem Has a full line of

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

I walk around like a space cadet, your bets
Who's likely to become a serial killer? Case of
Fuck, fuck, fuck! take the stress
I a mess as the day progresses
Angry and take it out on the neighbors
Like this is how I'll cut your face up
With these hedge trimming scissors with edges
Imagination's dangerous, it's the only way to escape this
And make the best of situation, I guess
'Cause I feel a little bitch, this predicament's despicable
I'm sick of just pushed, it's ridiculous
I like a freaking wuss, a pussy
This kid took my stick of licorice
And threw my sticker books in a bush
I kick his tush, but I was six and shook
This 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 said 'If you had a brain, you'd be dangerous
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)
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 pays to be

forward some years later
A teenager, is a fun, sweet
I just got jumped in one week, it's complete
It's once a month, this is some feat I've accomplished
They've stomped me into the mud gee for what reason, you me
But how do you get the shit beat out of you, be and be upbeat
When you don't have no-thing, no valid shot at
To make it or succeed
'Cause you're doomed the start
It's you grew up on drug street, from jump street
But if I had just my head up my ass
I could accomplish any
trash talking in a trance
Locked in my room yeah but I got plans mama
These damn rhymes are
Out of my pocket I can't stop it
And I'm starting to blend in more, school shit helps for sure
I'm more self assured than I've ever been before
Plus no one picks on me anymore, I done put a stop to
Threw my punch, end of story
Still in my a vacant, empty void
Been using it as a bin for storage
Take some 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 board a bench a wrench or winch and a tangent whore
Everything but a brain, but off the fucking chain
Like an store, something's wrong with my head
Just think if I had a brain in it, thank God that I
Cause I'd probably be cause 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 in the anus
(Mama be wrong)
I'mma use my head as a
Find a way to this insaneness
Mama always said 'Son, If you had a brain, you'd be
Guess it pays to be

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

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

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

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