Eminem has a full line of chainsaws
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Eminem, Eminem, Eminem, Eminem
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Marshall Mathers, Eminem, the rapper Eminem
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Who can say for sure?
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Perhaps a frontal lobotomy would be the answer
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If science can operate on this distorted brain and put it to good use
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Society will reap a great benefit
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I walk around like a space cadet, place your bets
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Who's likely to become a serial killer? Case of Tourette's
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Fuck, fuck, fuck, can't take the stress
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I make a mess as the day progresses
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Angry and take it out on the neighbor's hedges
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Like this is how I'll cut your face up, bitches
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With these hedge trimming scissors with razor edges
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Imagination's dangerous, it's the only way to escape this mess
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And make the best of this situation, I guess
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'Cause I feel like a little bitch, these predicaments, despicable
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I'm sick of just getting pushed, it's ridiculous
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I look like a freaking woos, a pussy
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This kid just took my stick of liquorice
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And threw my sticker books in a picker bush
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I wanna kick his toosh, but I was six and shook
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This fucker was 12 and was 6 foot, with a vicious hook
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He hit me, I fell, I got back up, all I did was book, now there's using your head
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Mama always said, 'If you had a brain, you'd be dangerous
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A brain, you'd be dangerous'
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Mama could be wrong
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Mama, I'mma grow a name and be famous
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And I'mma be a pain in the anus
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Mama could be wrong
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I'mma use my head as a weapon
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Find a way to escape this insaneness
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Mama always said, 'Son, if you had a brain, you'd be dangerous'
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Guess it pays to be brainless
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Fast forward some years later
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A teenager, this is a fun, sweet
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I just got jumped twice in one week, it's complete
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It's usually once a month, this is some feat I've accomplished
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They've stomped me into the mud, for what reason you stomped me
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But how do you get the shit beat out of you, be down and be upbeat
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When you don't have nothing, no valid shot at life
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Chance to make it or succeed
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'Cause you're doomed from the start
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It's like you grew up on drug street, from Jump Street
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But if I had just kept my head up my ass
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I could accomplish any task
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Practicing trash talking in a trance
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Locked in my room, yeah, but I got some plans, mama
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These damn rhymes are falling out of my pants pocket, I can't stop it
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And I'm starting to blend in more, school, this shit helps for sure
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I'm getting more self-assured than I've ever been before
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Plus, no one picks on me anymore, I done put a stop to that
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Threw my first punch, end of story
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Still in my skull's a vacant, empty void
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Been using it more as a bin for storage
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Take some inventory and as gorge as a Ford engine door hinge
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Syringe, an orange, an extension cord and a Ninja sword
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Not to mention four lynch pins and a stringent stored
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Ironing board, a bench, a wrench or winch and a tangent whore
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Everything but a brain, but dome's off the fucking chain
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Like an independent store, something's wrong with my head
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Just think if I had a brain in it, thank God that I don't
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'Cause I'd probably be dumber 'cause mama always said
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Mama always said, 'If you had a brain, you'd be dangerous
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A brain, you'd be dangerous'
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Mama could be wrong
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Mama, I'mma grow a name and be famous
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And I'mma be a pain in the anus
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Mama could be wrong
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I'mma use my head as a weapon
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Find a way to escape this insaneness
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Mama always said, 'Son, if you had a brain, you'd be dangerous'
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Guess it pays to be brainless
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Now my mum goes womp, womp, womp
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'Cause I'm not that smart but I'm not dumb
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I was on a bottom of the pile getting stomped
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But somehow I came out on top
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I told you one day, I said they'd have that red carpet rolled out, yo
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I'm nice, yo, fuck it, I'm out cold
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Now everywhere I go they scream out 'Go!'
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I'm 'bout to clean house, yo
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I'm Lysol, now I'm just household
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Outsold the sell outs, freak the hell out
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Middle America, hear them yell out
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And there they were so scared, and those kids
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Just about belted out
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Whatever spout that it fell out
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Of my smart alleck mouth, it was so weird
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Inappropriate, so be it, I don't see it
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Maybe one day when the smoke clears, it w |