I know dude I think everyone's all jealous and shit 'cause I'm the lead singer of a band dude And I think got a fuckin' problem with me dude And they need to it up with me after the show
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 that be the man All I'm the lead singer of my band
So I get off stage and drop the mic Walk up to the hot and I'm all like "Sup ladies, my name's Shady. I'm the singer in D12 baby" They're all like "Oh my God him" "Becky oh my God it's Eminem" "I to fuckin' God dude you fuckin' rock" "Please Marshall please let me suck 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 bras and their shirt and their panties on stage So like every single night they pick a with me But when we fight it's kinda like sibling Cuz they're back on the next night with me Dude I just think tryna steal the light from me Yesterday tried to pull a knife on me I told him Jessica Alba's my wife to be This rock shit, it's 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 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 wanna see a nigga backwards you Hey dad how come we don't rap on Smash these 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 wrong with dressing room 'Cause my shit is smaller than a decimal See I know how to rap, see simple but All I did was a Russell Simmons book So I'm intect, tryna get on the map jumpin jacks whilin' get whipped on my back
Look at Em little punk ass thinkin' he the Yeah I know man find takin on a flick Hey I we had an interview with DJ Clue No I had an not you two You be late for soundcheck Man I goin' to soundcheck But our mics are screwed up and his always sound You what man I'ma say somethin Hey yo Em You got to say?! Man no I you bout to tell him off, what's 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 When I was bout to talk after you I swear, I man
These chicks don't even know the name of my But they're all on me like they hold hands once I blow they know that I'll be the man All I'm the lead singer of my band
They say the singers rock, but the group does not Once we out arenas to the amusement park I'm gonna let the world know proof is hot I should cut his mic off the musics starts Ready to on a dumbass fan Every time I hear (Hey 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 guys they can find every area
Bitch carry own Can't it to the stage, security in my way (Who the are you? Where's Obie and Dre?!)
I'm sick of this group Time for me to go solo and some loot I you I made the beats and wrote all the raps Till Kon Artist slipped me crack Lose Yourself I was in the back video I was in the back Fuck the media, I got some Marshall, ask us the questions Like D12, how we get started (What Eminem?) Bitch are you Anyway I'm the popularest guy in the Big ass stomach, bitches I'm cute (hey sexy) 50 me to do situps to get buff 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
why cant you see your the only one for me And it just my ass apart to know that you don't know my name
These don't even know 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 I'll 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 off their And the singer of my band, my salsa all the pretty 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 off their underpants My salsa makes all the girls wan to dance And off their underpants, my salsa (Where'd go?)