BRAINLESS

Lyric/ Lời bài hát Brainless

Sáng tác: nhạc sĩ Chưa biết
Các ca sĩ: Ghetts, New Eden, Horrendous Rebirth, Eminem, Y2K
Thời gian sáng tác:
Ngôn ngữ chính của bài hát: Tiếng Anh
"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 will reap a great benefit."
[Verse 1]
I walk around like a space cadet, place your bets
Who's likely to become a serial killer, case of tourettes
Fuck, fuck-fuck, 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 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 gettin' pushed, it's ridiculous
I look like a freakin' wuss, a pussy
This kid just took my stick of licorice
And threw my sticker books in a pricker 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, Momma always said
[Hook]
If you had a brain, you'd be dangerous
A brain, you'd be dangerous, I'mma prove you wrong
Momma, I'mma grow one day to be famous
And I'mma be a pain in the anus, I'mma be the bomb
I'mma use my head as a weapon
Find a way to escape this insaneness, Momma always said
"Son, if you had a brain, you'd be dangerous"
Guess it pays to be brainless
[Verse 2]
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 no-thing
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 drug street, from jump street
But if I had just kept my head up my ass
I could accomplish any task, practicing trash talking in a trance
Locked in my room yeah, but I got some plans Momma
These damn rhymes are falling out of my pants pocket, I can't stop it
And I'm startin' 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 skull is a vacant, empty void been using it more as a bin for storage
Take some inventory, in this gorge there's 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 an oru winch, and 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 Mamma always said
[Hook]
[Bridge]
Now my Mom goes womp-womp-womp
Cause I'm not that smart but I'm not dumb
I was on a bottom of the pile gettin' stomped
But somehow, I came out on top