I don't know 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' with me dude And they need to it up with me after the show
These chicks don't even know the name of my But all on me like they wanna hold hands once I blow they know that I'll be the man All because I'm the lead singer of my
So I get off right and drop the mic Walk up to the hot chicks and I'm all "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 fuckin' God Eminem" "I swear to fuckin' God dude you rock" "Please Marshall let me suck your cock" And by now the rest of the get jealous Especially when I drop the beat and do my All the start yellin', all the hot babes Throw their bras and their and their panties on stage So like every single night they pick a fight me But when we fight it's like sibling rivalry Cuz back on stage the next night with me Dude I just think you're steal the light from me Yesterday Kuniva to pull a knife on me 'Cause I told him Jessica 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 even know the of my band But they're all on me like they wanna hold once I blow 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 just see a nigga 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 want my autograph, yous a liar And no I'm Swift (oh I you was Kuniva) What the hell is with that 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 punk ass he the shit Yeah I man find himself takin on a flick Hey I thought we had an interview with DJ No I had an not you two You be late for soundcheck Man I ain't 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 bout to him off, what's up Man I'ma tell him when I feel it, man shut 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
These chicks don't even know the of my band But they're all on me like they wanna hold 'Cause once I they know that I'll be the man All because I'm the singer of my band
They say the lead singers rock, but the does not Once we sold out 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 hear (Hey I love your band) We ain't a bitch we don't play instruments So why he get 90 and we only get ten And these guys they can 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 Kon Artist slipped me some crack Lose Yourself I was in the back Superman I was in the back Fuck the media, I got suggestions Marshall, ask us the questions Like who's D12, how we get (What Eminem?) are you retarded? Anyway I'm the guy in the group Big ass stomach, bitches think I'm (hey sexy) 50 me to do situps to get buff I did two and a and then I couldn't get up D12, I'm outta this band I'm gonna start a with the real Roxanne
why cant you see your the only one for me And it just tears my ass apart to know you don't know my name
These chicks don't know the name of my band(ha ha) But they're all on me like they wanna hands(Fuck Marshall) Cuz once I blow I 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 band in the D12! I'm the singer of my band, I get all the girl's to take off their And the singer of my band, my salsa Makes all the 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 take off underpants My salsa makes all the pretty wan to dance And take off their underpants, my (Where'd go?)