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 fuckin' with me dude 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 they wanna hands once 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 Slim 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 God dude you fuckin' rock" "Please Marshall let me suck your cock" And by now the of the fellas get jealous Especially I drop the beat and do my acapellas All the start yellin', all the hot babes Throw their bras and shirt and their panties on stage So like single night they pick a fight with me But when we fight kinda like sibling rivalry Cuz back on stage the next night with me Dude I think you're tryna steal the light from me Yesterday Kuniva tried to pull a on me 'Cause I told him Jessica Alba's my to be This rock star shit, the life for me And all the guys just despise me because
These chicks don't even know the 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 singer of my band My My My My My My My My
You just wanna see a backwards don't you Hey dad how come we don't rap on 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 Swift (oh I you was Kuniva) the hell is wrong with that dressing room 'Cause my 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 with DJ Clue No I had an not you two You gonna be for soundcheck Man I goin' 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 to tell him off, what's up Man I'ma tell him when I feel it, man shut up And you even back me up when we s'posed to be crew When I was bout to talk right you I swear, I man
These don't even know the name of my band But they're all on me they wanna hold hands 'Cause once I blow they know I'll be the man All I'm the lead singer of my band
They say the lead rock, but the group does not Once we out arenas to the amusement park I'm gonna let the world know that is hot I should cut his mic off when the starts to snap on a dumbass fan Every I hear (Hey dude I love your band) We ain't a band bitch we don't instruments So why he get 90 and we get ten percent And guys they can find every area code
carry your own Can't it to the stage, security in my way (Who the fuck are you? Where's and Dre?!)
I'm sick of this group Time for me to go solo and some loot I you I made the beats and wrote all the raps Till Kon Artist slipped me 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 who's D12, how we get (What Eminem?) Bitch are you I'm the popularest guy in the group 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 outta band I'm gonna start a group with the 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
These chicks don't even know the of my band(ha ha) But they're all on me like wanna hold hands(Fuck Marshall) Cuz once I blow I 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 singer of my band, I get all the girl's to take off their And the lead singer of my band, my Makes all the pretty wan to dance My salsa, look out for my single, it's called My Salsa My salsa, salsa, salsa, salsa, my Makes all the pretty wan to dance And take off their My salsa makes all the girls wan to dance And off their underpants, my salsa (Where'd go?)