I know dude I think everyone's all jealous and shit 'cause I'm the lead singer of a band dude And I think everyone's got a fuckin' with me dude And they need to take it up with me after the
These don't even know the name of my band But all on me like they wanna hold hands once I blow they know that I'll be the man All I'm the lead singer of my band
So I get off stage and drop the mic Walk up to the hot and I'm all like "Sup ladies, my Slim Shady. I'm the singer in D12 baby" They're all "Oh my God it's him" "Becky oh my God it's Eminem" "I to fuckin' God dude you fuckin' rock" "Please Marshall please let me your cock" And by now the of the fellas get jealous Especially when I the beat and do my acapellas All the chicks yellin', all the hot babes Throw bras and their shirt and their panties on stage So like every single night pick a fight with me But we fight it's kinda like sibling rivalry Cuz they're back on the next night with me Dude I just think you're tryna the light from me Yesterday Kuniva to pull a knife on me 'Cause I him Jessica Alba's my wife to be This rock star shit, it's the for me And all the guys just despise me because
These don't even know the name of my band But they're all on me like they wanna hold 'Cause once I blow they that I'll be the man All because I'm the lead singer of my My My My My My My My My
You just see a nigga backwards don't you Hey dad how we don't rap on Protools Smash these vocals and do a But we in the van and he in a bus You don't my autograph, yous a liar And no I'm (oh I thought you was Kuniva) What the hell is with that dressing room my shit is lookin' smaller than a decimal See I how to rap, see it's simple but All I did was a Russell Simmons book So I'm intect, tryna get on the map Doin' jumpin jacks whilin' get on my back
Look at Em little punk ass thinkin' he the Yeah I know man find himself takin on a Hey I thought we had an interview with DJ No I had an not you two You gonna be for soundcheck Man I ain't to soundcheck But our mics are up and his always sound best You know what man I'ma say Hey yo Em You got to say?! Man no I thought you bout to him off, what's up Man I'ma tell him I feel like it, man shut up And you ain't even back me up when we s'posed to be I was bout to talk right after you I swear, I man
These chicks don't know the name of my band But they're all on me like wanna hold hands 'Cause once I blow they know I'll be the man All because I'm the singer of my band
They say the singers rock, but the group does not Once we sold out to the amusement park I'm gonna let the know that proof is hot I should cut his mic off when the starts to snap on a dumbass fan Every time I hear (Hey I love your band) We ain't a bitch we don't play instruments So why he get 90 and we get ten percent And these guys can find every area code
Bitch your own Can't make it to the stage, in my way (Who the are you? Where's Obie and Dre?!)
Goddammit I'm sick of this Time for me to go solo and make loot I told you I made the beats and wrote all the Till Kon slipped me some crack Lose Yourself video I was in the Superman I was in the back Fuck the media, I got some Fuck Marshall, ask us the Like D12, how we get started (What Eminem?) are you retarded? Anyway I'm the guy in the group Big ass stomach, bitches I'm cute (hey sexy) 50 me to do situps to get buff I did two and a half and I couldn't get up Fuck D12, I'm outta this I'm gonna start a group with the Roxanne
Girl why cant you see your the one for me And it just tears my ass apart to know you don't know my name
chicks don't even know the name of my band(ha ha) But they're all on me like they wanna hands(Fuck Marshall) Cuz once I blow I that I'll be the man All because I'm the singer of my band My My My My My My My My My
The boy band in the world D12! I'm the lead of my band, I get all the girl's to take off their And the lead of my band, my salsa Makes all the pretty wan to dance My salsa, look out for my next single, it's My Salsa My salsa, salsa, salsa, salsa, my Makes all the pretty wan to dance And take off underpants My salsa all the pretty girls wan to dance And take off their underpants, my (Where'd go?)