I don't dude 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 to take it up with me after the show
These chicks 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 singer of my band
So I get off stage and drop the mic up to the hot chicks 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 fuckin' God Eminem" "I swear to God dude you fuckin' rock" "Please Marshall please let me your cock" And by now the rest of the fellas get Especially when I drop the and do my acapellas All the chicks start yellin', all the hot Throw their bras and their shirt and their on stage So like every single they pick a fight with me But when we fight it's kinda sibling rivalry Cuz they're back on stage the next night me Dude I just think you're tryna steal the from me Yesterday tried to pull a knife on me 'Cause I told him Alba's my wife to be This star shit, it's the life for me And all the other just despise me because
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 because I'm the lead of my band My My My My My My My My
You just wanna see a backwards don't you Hey dad how we don't rap on Protools Smash 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 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 read a Russell Simmons So I'm more intect, get on the map Doin' jumpin jacks whilin' get on my back
Look at Em punk ass thinkin' 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 are screwed 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 like it, man up And you ain't even back me up when we 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 all on me like they wanna hold hands 'Cause once I blow they know that be the man All because I'm the singer of my band
They say the lead rock, but the group does not we sold out arenas to the amusement park I'm gonna let the world that proof is hot I cut his mic off when the musics starts Ready to on a dumbass fan Every I hear (Hey dude I love your band) We ain't a band bitch we play instruments So why he get 90 and we get ten percent And these guys they can find area code
Bitch 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 make some I told you I made the beats and wrote all the Till Kon Artist slipped me some Yourself video I was in the back 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 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 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 even know the name 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 because I'm the lead 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 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 next single, it's My Salsa My salsa, salsa, salsa, salsa, my Makes all the girls wan to dance And off their underpants My makes all the pretty girls wan to dance And take off underpants, my salsa (Where'd go?)