I don't know I think everyone's all jealous and shit 'cause I'm like the lead singer of a band And I everyone's got a fuckin' problem with me dude And they need to take it up me after the show
These don't even know the name of my band But they're all on me they wanna hold hands once I blow they know that I'll be the man All because I'm the singer of my band
So I get off stage right and 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 "Oh my God it's 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 of the fellas get jealous Especially when I drop the beat and do my All the chicks start yellin', all the hot Throw their and their shirt and their panties on stage So like every night they pick a fight with me But when we fight kinda like sibling rivalry Cuz they're back on the next night with me Dude I just think you're tryna steal the from me Yesterday Kuniva tried to pull a on me I told 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 chicks don't know the name of my band But they're all on me like they wanna hands 'Cause I blow they know 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 wanna see a backwards don't you Hey dad how come we rap on Protools these vocals and do a performance But we in the van and he in a bus You don't my autograph, yous a liar And no I'm Swift (oh I you was Kuniva) What the hell is wrong with dressing room 'Cause my is lookin' smaller than a decimal See I know how to rap, see simple but All I did was a Russell Simmons book So I'm more intect, get on the map Doin' jumpin whilin' get whipped on my back
Look at Em little ass thinkin' he the shit Yeah I know man himself takin on a flick 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 goin' to But our are screwed up and his always sound best You know 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 I'ma tell him when I feel like it, man up And you ain't even back me up when we 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 wanna hold hands once I blow they know that I'll be the man All because I'm the lead singer of my
They say the lead singers rock, but the does not we sold out arenas to the amusement park I'm gonna let the know that proof is hot I should cut his mic off when the starts Ready to snap on a fan Every time I (Hey dude I love your band) We a band bitch we don't play instruments So why he get 90 and we only get ten And guys they can find every area code
carry your own Can't make it to the stage, in my way (Who the fuck are you? 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 Till Kon Artist slipped me some 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?) Bitch are you Anyway I'm the guy in the group Big ass stomach, bitches I'm cute (hey sexy) 50 told me to do situps to get I did two and a half and I couldn't get up Fuck D12, I'm outta band I'm start a group with the real Roxanne
Girl why you see your the only one for me And it just tears my ass apart to know that you know my name
chicks don't even know the name of my band(ha ha) But they're all on me like they hold hands(Fuck Marshall) Cuz I blow I know that I'll be the man All I'm the lead singer of my band My My My My My My My My My
The boy band in the world D12! I'm the lead singer of my band, I get all the girl's to take off And the lead singer of my band, my Makes all the pretty girl's wan to My salsa, look out for my single, it's called My Salsa My salsa, salsa, salsa, salsa, my all the pretty girls wan to dance And take off their My salsa makes all the pretty girls wan to And take off underpants, my salsa (Where'd go?)