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I know dude
I think everyone's all jealous and shit 'cause I'm like the singer of a band dude
And I think everyone's got a fuckin' problem with me
And they need to take it up me after the show

These chicks don't even know the name of my
But they're all on me like they hold hands
'Cause once I blow know that I'll be the man
All I'm the lead singer of my band

So I get off stage right and the mic
Walk up to the hot and I'm all like
"Sup ladies, my Slim Shady.
I'm the singer in D12 baby"
They're all "Oh my God it's him"
"Becky oh my God it's Eminem"
"I swear to God dude you fuckin' rock"
"Please Marshall please let me suck cock"
And by now the rest of the get jealous
Especially I drop the beat and do my acapellas
All the chicks start yellin', all the hot
Throw their and their shirt and their panties on stage
So like every single night pick a fight with me
But when we fight kinda like sibling rivalry
Cuz they're on stage the next night 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, the life for me
And all the other guys just despise me

These chicks don't even the name of my band
But they're all on me like they hold hands
'Cause once I blow they 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 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 (oh I thought you was Kuniva)
What the hell is wrong with dressing room
'Cause my shit is lookin' smaller a decimal
See I know how to rap, see it's but
All I did was read a Russell book
So I'm intect, tryna get on the map
Doin' jumpin whilin' get whipped on my back

Look at Em little punk ass thinkin' he the
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 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 me up when we s'posed to be crew
When I was bout to right after you
I swear, I man

These chicks don't know the name of my band
But they're all on me like 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 singers rock, but the group does not
we sold out arenas to the amusement park
I'm gonna let the world know proof is hot
I should cut his mic off when the starts
Ready to on a dumbass fan
Every I hear (Hey dude I love your band)
We ain't a band bitch we don't play
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 Where's Obie and Dre?!)

I'm sick of this group
Time for me to go solo and some loot
I told you I the beats and wrote all the raps
Till Kon Artist slipped me some
Lose Yourself I was in the back
Superman I was in the back
the media, I got some suggestions
Fuck Marshall, ask us the
who's D12, how we get started
(What Eminem?)
are you retarded?
Anyway I'm the 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 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

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 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 band in the
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
Makes all the girl's 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 girls wan to
And take off their
My salsa all the pretty girls wan to dance
And off their underpants, my salsa
(Where'd go?)