I know dude I think all jealous and shit 'cause I'm like the lead singer of a band dude And I think everyone's got a problem with me dude And they need to take it up with me after the
These chicks don't even know the of my band But they're all on me they wanna hold hands 'Cause I blow they know that I'll be the man All because I'm the lead 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 name's Shady. I'm the lead in D12 baby" all like "Oh my God it's him" "Becky oh my God it's Eminem" "I swear to fuckin' God dude you rock" "Please Marshall let me suck your cock" And by now the rest of the fellas get Especially when I the beat and do my acapellas All the chicks start yellin', all the hot Throw their bras and their and their panties on stage So like every single night they a fight with me But we fight it's kinda like sibling rivalry Cuz they're back on stage the night with me Dude I just think you're tryna steal the from me Yesterday tried to pull a knife on me 'Cause I told him Jessica Alba's my to be This star shit, it's the life for me And all the other just despise me because
These chicks don't know the name of my band But they're all on me like they wanna hands 'Cause once I they know that I'll be the man All because I'm the lead of my band My My My My My My My My
You just see a nigga backwards don't you Hey dad how come we rap on Protools Smash these and do a performance But we in the van and he in a bus You don't want my autograph, a liar And no I'm Swift (oh I you was Kuniva) What the hell is with that dressing room 'Cause my shit is smaller than a decimal See I how to rap, see it's simple but All I did was read a Russell Simmons So I'm intect, tryna get on the map Doin' jumpin jacks get whipped on my back
at Em little punk ass thinkin' he the shit Yeah I know man find himself on a flick Hey I thought we had an interview DJ Clue No I had an not you two You gonna be late for Man I ain't goin' to But our mics are screwed up and his sound best You what man I'ma say somethin Hey yo Em You got to say?! Man no I thought you bout to him off, what's up Man tell him when I feel like it, man shut up And you even back me up when we s'posed to be crew When I was to talk right after you I swear, I man
These don't even know the name of my band But all on me like they wanna hold hands 'Cause once I they know that I'll be the man All I'm the lead singer of my band
They say the lead singers rock, but the does not Once we sold out arenas to the park I'm gonna let the world that proof is hot I cut his mic off when the musics starts to snap on a dumbass fan Every time I hear (Hey dude I your band) We ain't a band bitch we don't instruments So why he get 90 and we get ten percent And these guys they can find every area
Bitch your own Can't it to the stage, security in my way (Who the fuck are you? Obie and Dre?!)
I'm sick of this group Time for me to go and make some loot I told you I made the and wrote all the raps Till Kon Artist me some crack Lose Yourself I was in the back video I was in the back Fuck the media, I got some Fuck Marshall, ask us the who's D12, how we get started (What Eminem?) are you retarded? Anyway I'm the guy in the group Big ass stomach, think I'm cute (hey sexy) 50 told me to do situps to get I did two and a and then I couldn't get up Fuck D12, I'm outta this I'm start a group with the real Roxanne
why cant you see your the only one for me And it just my ass apart to know that 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 wanna hold hands(Fuck Marshall) Cuz I blow I know 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 hottest boy in the world D12! I'm the lead singer of my band, I get all the girl's to off their And the lead singer of my band, my Makes all the pretty wan to dance My salsa, look out for my next single, called My Salsa My salsa, salsa, salsa, salsa, my all the pretty girls wan to dance And take off underpants My makes all the pretty girls wan to dance And off their underpants, my salsa (Where'd go?)