I don't know, dude, I think everybody's all jealous and shit
'Cause, I'm like, the lead singer of a band, dude
And I think everybody's got a fuckin' problem with me, dude
And they need to take it up with me after the show, because
These chicks don't even know the name of my band
But they're all on me like they wanna hold hands
'Cause once I blow, they know that I'll be the man
All because I'm the lead singer of my band
So I get off stage, right? Drop the mic
Walk up to these hot chicks, and I'm all like
"What's up ladies, my name's Slim Shady
I'm the lead singer in D12, baby"
They're all like, "Oh my God, it's him
Becky, oh my fuckin' God, it's Eminem
I swear to fuckin' God, dude, you fuckin' rock
Please, won't you please let me suck your cock?"
And by now, the rest of the fellas get jealous
Especially when I drop the beat and do my a cappella's
All the chicks start yellin', all the hot babes
Throw their bras and their shirts and their panties on stage
So like every single night they pick a fight with me
But when we fight, it's kinda like sibling rivalry
'Cause they're back on stage the next night with me
"Dude, I just think you're tryna steal the light from me"
Yesterday, Kuniva tried to pull a knife on me
Because I told him Jessica Alba's my wife-to-be
This rock star shit, it's the life for me
And all the other guys just despise me because these
These chicks don't even know the name of my band
But they're all on me like they wanna hold hands
'Cause once I blow, they know that I'll be the man
All because I'm the lead singer of my band
My band, my band
My band, my band
My band, my band
My band, my band
My band (alright, okay, alright)
Baby, yeah (give me that mic, man, you goin' cray)
(Come on, man) yeah (give me this mic)
Ow, yeah
You just wanna see a nigga backwards, don't you?
"Hey, dad, how come we don't rap off pro tools?"
Smash these vocals and do a performance
But we in the van and he in a tour bus
You don't want my autograph, you's a liar
And no, I'm Swift (oh, I thought you were Kuniva)
What the hell is wrong with that dressing room?
'Cause our shit is lookin' smaller than a decimal
See I know how to rap, (uh-huh) it's simple but
All I did was read a Russell Simmons book
So, I'm more intact, tryna get on the map
Doin' jumpin' jacks while get whipped on my back
Look at Em', little punk ass, thinkin' he the shit
Yeah, I know, man, by himself takin' on a flick
Hey, I thought we had an interview with DJ Clue
No, I had an interview, not you two
You gon' be late for sound check (man, I ain't goin' to sound check)
Man, our mics are screwed up (and his always sound best)
You know what, man, I'ma say somethin' (hey, yo, Em')
You got somethin' to say? (Man, nothin')
I thought you was 'bout to tell him off, man, what's up?
And I'ma tell him when I feel like it, man, shut up
And you ain't even back me up when we supposed to be crew
Man, I was 'bout to talk right after you, I swear (oh, man, whatever)
I swear, man
These chicks don't even know the name of my band
But they're all on me like they wanna hold hands
'Cause once I blow, they know that I'll be the man
All because I'm the lead singer of my band
They say the lead singers rock, but the group is not
Went from sold-out arenas to amusement parks
How I'm gon' let the world know that proof is hot
I should cut his mic off when the music starts (hey, yo, what's?)
Ready to snap on a dumb ass fan every time I hear
"Hey, dude, I love your band"
We ain't a band, bitch, we don't play instruments
So, why he get ninety and we only get ten percent?
And these guys actin' funny, every area code
(Proof, carry my bag) bitch, carry your own
Can't make it to the stage, security in my way
(Who the fuck are you? Where's Obie and Dre?)
God dammit, I'm sick of this group (fuck D12)
Time for me to go solo and make some loot
I told you I made the beats and wrote all the raps
'Til Kon Artis, slipped me some crack (take this)
"Lose Yourself" video, I was in the back
"Superman" video, I was in the back
For the media, I got some suggestions
Fuck Marshall, ask us the questions
Like, "Who is D12?" "How we get started?"
"But what about Eminem?" Bitch, are you retarded?
Anyway, I'm the popularist guy in the group
Big ass stomach, bitches think I'm cute (hey, sexy)
50 told me to do sit ups to get buff
Did two and a half and couldn't get up (ugh)
Fuck D12, I'm outta this band
I'm 'bout the start a group with The Real Roxanne
Girl, why can't you see you're the
Only one for me? And it just
Tears my ass apart to know that
You don't know my name (man, fuck this)
These chicks don't even know the name of my band (ha, ha)
But they all on me like they wanna hold hands (fuck Marshall)
'Cause once I blow, I know that I'll be the man (yeah)
All because I'm the new sing-
My band, my band (the band)
My band (our band), my band (the band)
My band (you man), my band (you man)
My band (Roxanne), my band (Shantan)
My band (lesbian)
Yeah, ayo
The hottest boy band in the world (boy band)
D12
I'm the lead singer of my band, I get
All the girls to take off their underpants
I'm the lead singer of my band, my salsa
Makes all the pretty girls want to dance
My salsa (whoo, ooh)
Look out for my next single
It's called "My Salsa"
My salsa, salsa, salsa, salsa, my salsa
My salsa makes all the pretty girls want to dance
And take off their underpants
My salsa makes all the pretty girls want to dance
And take off their underpants, my salsa
Where'd everybody go?