I know dude I think everyone's all 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 of my band But they're all on me like they wanna hands 'Cause once I blow they that I'll be the man All because I'm the singer of my band
So I get off right and drop the mic Walk up to the hot chicks and I'm all "Sup ladies, my Slim Shady. I'm the singer in D12 baby" all like "Oh my God it's him" "Becky oh my God it's Eminem" "I to fuckin' God dude you fuckin' rock" "Please Marshall please let me your cock" And by now the of the fellas get jealous Especially when I drop the and do my acapellas All the start yellin', all the hot babes Throw their bras and their shirt and panties on stage So like every single they pick a fight with me But we fight it's kinda like sibling rivalry Cuz they're back on the next night with me Dude I just think you're tryna steal the from me Yesterday Kuniva tried to pull a on me 'Cause I told him Jessica my wife to be rock star shit, it's the life for me And all the other guys just despise me
These chicks even know the name of my band But they're all on me like they wanna hold 'Cause once I blow know that 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 nigga 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 don't my autograph, yous a liar And no I'm (oh I thought you was Kuniva) What the hell is with that dressing room my shit is lookin' smaller than a decimal See I how to rap, see it's simple but All I did was read a Simmons book So I'm intect, tryna 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 find himself takin on a Hey I thought we had an interview DJ Clue No I had an not you two You be late for soundcheck Man I ain't goin' to But our mics are up and his always sound best You know man I'ma say somethin Hey yo Em You got to say?! Man no I thought you bout to tell him off, up Man I'ma him when I feel like it, man shut up And you ain't back me up when we s'posed to be crew I was bout to talk right after you I swear, I man
These don't even know the name of my band 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 singer of my
say the lead singers rock, but the group does not Once we sold out arenas to the amusement I'm gonna let the world that proof is hot I should cut his mic off the musics 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 these they can find every area code
Bitch your own Can't make it to the stage, in my way (Who the fuck are Where's Obie and Dre?!)
Goddammit I'm of this group Time for me to go solo and make loot I told you I made the and wrote all the raps Till Kon Artist me some crack Lose video I was in the back Superman I was in the back Fuck the media, I got some Marshall, ask us the questions Like who's D12, how we get (What Eminem?) Bitch are you I'm the popularest guy in the group Big ass stomach, bitches think I'm (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 this band I'm gonna start a group with the Roxanne
Girl why cant you see your the one for me And it just tears my ass to know that you don't know my name
These chicks don't even the name of my band(ha ha) But they're all on me like they hold hands(Fuck Marshall) Cuz once I blow I know that be the man All because I'm the lead singer of my My My My My My My My My My
The hottest boy in the world D12! I'm the lead singer of my band, I get all the girl's to take off And the lead of my band, my salsa all the pretty 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 off their underpants My salsa makes all the pretty girls wan to And take off underpants, my salsa (Where'd go?)