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