I know dude I think everyone's all jealous and 'cause I'm like the lead singer of a band dude And I think everyone's got a fuckin' problem with me And they to take it up with me after the show
These chicks don't even know the name of my But they're all on me like wanna hold hands 'Cause once I 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 chicks and I'm all "Sup ladies, my name's Shady. I'm the singer in D12 baby" all like "Oh my God it's him" "Becky oh my God it's Eminem" "I swear to fuckin' God you fuckin' rock" "Please Marshall please let me your cock" And by now the rest of the get jealous Especially I drop 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 they a fight with me But when we fight kinda like sibling rivalry Cuz they're back on stage the next with me Dude I just think you're tryna the light from me Yesterday Kuniva to pull a knife on me I told him Jessica Alba's my wife to be This rock star shit, it's the for me And all the other guys just me because
These chicks 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 My My My My My My My My
You wanna see a nigga backwards don't you Hey dad how come we don't rap on these vocals and do a performance But we in the van and he in a bus You want my autograph, yous a liar And no I'm (oh I thought you was Kuniva) What the hell is wrong with that room 'Cause my shit is lookin' than a decimal See I how to rap, see it's simple but All I did was read a Russell Simmons So I'm more intect, get on the map Doin' jacks whilin' get whipped on my back
Look at Em little punk ass thinkin' he the Yeah I know man 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 ain't to soundcheck But our mics are screwed up and his always sound You what man I'ma say somethin Hey yo Em You got to say?! Man no I you bout to tell 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 s'posed to be When I was bout to talk right you I swear, I man
These chicks don't even know the name of my But they're all on me like they hold hands 'Cause once I blow they know that be the man All I'm the lead singer of my band
They say the singers rock, but the group does not Once we out arenas to the amusement park I'm gonna let the know that proof is hot I should cut his mic off when the musics Ready to snap on a fan Every time I hear (Hey dude I love band) We ain't a band bitch we don't play So why he get 90 and we get ten percent And these guys can find every area code
Bitch your own Can't it to the stage, security in my way (Who the fuck are Where's Obie and Dre?!)
I'm sick of this group Time for me to go solo and make loot I told you I made the and wrote all the raps Kon Artist slipped me some crack Lose Yourself video I was in the Superman video I was in the the media, I got some suggestions Fuck Marshall, ask us the Like who's D12, how we get (What Eminem?) are you retarded? Anyway I'm the popularest guy in the Big ass stomach, think 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 this I'm gonna a group with the real Roxanne
Girl why cant you see the only one for me And it just tears my ass apart to that you don't know my name
chicks don't even know the name of my band(ha ha) But all on me like they wanna hold hands(Fuck Marshall) Cuz once I blow I that I'll be the man All because I'm the lead singer of my 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 off their And the singer 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 all the pretty girls wan to dance And take off their My salsa makes all the pretty girls wan to And off their underpants, my salsa (Where'd go?)