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Brainless
Eminem Lyrics
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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 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 Tourette's
Fuck, fuck, fuck, can't take the stress
I make a mess as the day progresses
Angry and take it out on the neighbor's hedges
Like this is how I'll cut your face up bitches
With these hedge-trimming 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 freaking 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'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 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've stomped me into the mud, gee for what reason? You stumped me
But how do you get the shit beat out of 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 had just get my head out my ass
I could accomplish any task
Practicing trash talking in a trance
Locked in my room, yeah, 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
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 skulls a vacant, empty void
Been using 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, a 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, "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 insaneness
Mama always said, "Son, 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 the 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, y'all, 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 '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, ch'yeah, 'til then
Hopefully you 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 lone MC
Would 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 a 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'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 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
The lyrics of Eminem's song Brainless use dark humor and sarcasm to explore the idea of intelligence as a double-edged sword. Eminem's alter ego, Marshall Mathers, refers to his own brain as distorted and a mess, suggesting that his unusual and violent behavior could be cured by a frontal lobotomy. He also pokes fun at his own Tourette's syndrome, which causes him to swear uncontrollably, wondering if it makes him more or less likely to be a serial killer. Throughout the song, Eminem uses violent imagery to describe his feelings of anger and frustration, which stem from childhood bullying and his sense of isolation and rejection.
Despite Marshall Mathers' lack of intelligence, he dreams of fame and success, using his head as a weapon to escape his current predicament. He mocks his mother's warnings that having a brain would make him dangerous, asserting that being brainless has actually paid off for him. In the final verse, Eminem reflects on his success as a rapper and the way in which he has transformed the hip-hop genre with his unique style and perspective. He recognizes that his unconventional approach may have made him a threat to the established order, but he frames this as a positive outcome, rather than a negative one.
Line by Line Meaning
I walk around like a space cadet, place your bets
I aimlessly wander while everyone else prepares for my inevitable downfall.
Who's likely to become a serial killer? Case of Tourette's
My behavior is erratic and unnerving, making others assume the worst of me.
Fuck, fuck, fuck, can't take the stress
I'm overwhelmed, and my only way of expressing it is through vulgar language.
I wanna kick his tush, but I was six and shook
I was bullied as a child and never had the courage to fight back.
Guess it pays to be brainless
My lack of intelligence has helped me succeed in a strange way.
Fast forward some years later
Time has passed, and I'm now a teenager reflecting on my past struggles.
But how do you get the shit beat out of you, beat down and be upbeat
Even when I'm physically beaten down, I try to maintain a positive attitude.
Been using it more as a bin for storage
My mind serves as a container for various objects, but not much else.
Thank God that I don't / 'Cause I'd probably be Dahmer
My lack of a brain has kept me from potentially becoming a notorious serial killer.
Now my mum goes, "Womp, womp, womp"
My mother is disappointed with my lack of intelligence.
Maybe one day when the smoke clears, it won't be as / Motherfuckin' difficult
Hopefully, one day my chaotic life will calm down, and I won't struggle as much.
Insaneness ain't even a word, you stupid fuck / Neither is ain't
My incorrect use of language highlights my lack of intelligence.
Lyrics © Universal Music Publishing Group
Written by: Luis Resto, Marshall Mathers
Lyrics Licensed & Provided by LyricFind
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along with my extension cord & ninja sword
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eminem: rhymes with orange
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