Eminem has a full line of chainsaws 
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 [bad word] a serial killer? Case of Tourette's 
 [bad word]  [bad word]  [bad word]  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, [bad word] 
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 [bad word]  these predicaments, despicable 
I'm sick of just getting pushed, it's ridiculous 
I look like a freaking woos, a [bad word] 
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 [bad word] 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 
brain, you'd be dangerous” 
Mama could be wrong 
Mama, I'mma grow a name and be famous 
And I'mma be a pain in the [bad word] 
Mama could be wrong 
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 
teenager, this is a fun, sweet 
I just got jumped twice in one week, [bad word] 
It's usually once a month, this is some feat I've [bad word] 
They've stomped me into the mud, for what reason you stomped me 
But how do you get the [bad word] beat out of you, be 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 [bad word] street, from Jump Street 
But if I had just kept my head up my [bad word] 
I could [bad word] any task 
Practicing trash talking in a trance 
Locked in my room, yeah, but I got some plans, mama 
These [bad word] rhymes are falling out of my pants pocket, I can't stop it 
And I'm starting to blend in more, school, this [bad word] 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 skull's a vacant, empty void 
Been using it more as a bin for storage 
Take some inventory 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 
Ironing board, a bench, a wrench or winch and a tangent [bad word] 
Everything but a brain, but dome's off the [bad word] 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 'cause mama always said 

Mama always said, “If you had a brain, you'd be dangerous 
brain, you'd be dangerous” 
Mama could be wrong 
Mama, I'mma grow a name and be famous 
And I'mma be a pain in the [bad word] 
Mama could be wrong 
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 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, [bad word] i