M&M has a full line of chainsaws. M&M. M&M. M&M. M&M. M&M. M&M. M&M. Marshall Mathers. M&M. The rapper M&M. 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, placing bets. Who's likely to become a serial killer? Case of Tourette's. 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 heads 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 beast. This predicament's despicable. I'm sick of just getting pushed. It's ridiculous. I look like a freakin' wuss. A punk. And 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 ***er was twelve and was six foot with a bitch's hook. He hit me, I fell. I got back up, all I did was book. Now that's use in your head. My mama always said, if you had a brain, you'd be dangerous. A brain, you'd be dangerous. Uh, could be wrong, but my mama growin' gay 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 insane mess. Cause my mama always said, if you had a brain, you'd be dangerous. Guess it pays to be brainless. Yeah, I'ma go with some years later, a teenager. This is fun and 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 stumped me into the munchie. For what reason? You stumped me? But how do you get this 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 Jump Street. What if I could 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. Schoolish, it 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 through my first punch in a story. Still in my skull's a vacant, empty void. Been using it more as the bin for storage. Take some inventory in this gourd. There's a Ford engine door. Hinge syringe and orange. An extension cord and a ninja sword. Not to mention four linchpins and a stringent sword. Ironing board, a bench, a wrench, an oar, winch, and a tension hold. Everything but a brain, but don'ts off the chain like an independent store. Something's wrong with my head. You'd stink if I had a brain in it. Thank God that I don't, cause I'd probably be dumber. Cause Mama always said, if you had a brain, you'd be dangerous. A brain, you'd be dangerous. Mama, don't do me wrong. Mama, I'ma grow a name to be famous. And I'ma be a pain in the anus. Don't be a bum. Mama, use my head as a weapon. Find a way to escape this insaneness. Cause Mama always said, if you had a brain, you'd be dangerous. There's some pains to be brainless. Now, Mama, don't squirm, squirm, squirm. 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 rollout show. I'm nice, y'all. *** it, I'm out cold. Now, everywhere I go, they scream out, go. I'm about to clean house, yo. I'm lice all. Now, I'm just household. Bout sold the cell outs. Freaked the hell out. Middle America, hear them yell out. In tears, they were so scared. And those kids, just about belted out. Whatever spouted, it 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 mother***in' difficult, yeah. Till then, hopefully, a little home. Get over your fears and cold beers. It's okay to be scared straight. They said I provoke queer. Tell emotions, evoke tears. My whole career's a stroke of sheer genius. Smoking mirrors. Tactical, practical jokes, yeah. You mother***in' certain, so here. Who the *** would've thought that one little old MC'd be able to take the whole culture and reupholstery it? And boy, they did fly. Can't believe this little dick lock. This hip-hop *** in this hip pocket is still the ***. God, that white trash traffic and gridlock *** hoppin' like six blocks from a kid rockin'. Same 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'm turnin' to the Unabomber. Mama always said, if you had a brain, you'd be dangerous. A brain, you'd be dangerous. Mama always said, if you had a brain, you'd be dangerous. Well, I'mma be a pain in the anus. Mama used my head as a weapon. Find a way to escape this insaneness. Mama always said, if you had a brain, you'd be dangerous. Guess it pays to be brainless. Insaneness ain't even a word, you stupid...