I don't know, dudeI think everybody's all jealous and shit'Cause, I'm like, the lead singer of a band, dudeAnd I think everybody's got a fuckin' problem with me, dudeAnd they need to take it up with me after the show, because
These chicks don't even know the name of my bandBut they're all on me like they wanna hold hands'Cause once I blow they know that I'll be the manAll because I'm the lead singer of my band
So I get off stage right, drop the micWalk up to these hot chicks and I'm all likeWhat's up ladies, my name's Slim ShadyI'm the lead singer in D12, babyThey're all like "Oh my God, it's himBecky, oh my fuckin' God, it's EminemI swear to fuckin' God, dude, you fuckin' rockPlease won't you please let me suck your cock"And by now the rest of the fellas get jealousEspecially when I drop the beat and do my A Capella'sAll the chicks start yellin', all the hot babesThrow their bras and their shirts and their panties on stageSo like every single night they pick a fight with meBut when we fight it's kinda like sibling rivalry'Cause they're back on stage the next night with meDude, I just think you're tryna steal the light from meYesterday Kuniva tried to pull a knife on meBecause I told him Jessica Alba's my wife-to-beThis rock star shit, it's the life for meAnd all the other guys just despise me because these
These chicks don't even know the name of my bandBut they're all on me like they wanna hold handsCause once I blow they know that I'll be the manAll because I'm the lead singer of my band
My band, my bandMy band, my bandMy band, my bandMy band, my bandMy band, baby yeah!
Alright, ok, alright man, give me that mic man, ok, daw... gi... come onDude!Give me this mic!Ah, dude?
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 performanceBut we in the van and he in a tour busYou don't want my autograph, yous a liarAnd 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 decimalSee I know how to rap, (uh-huh) it's simple butAll I did was read a Russell Simmons bookSo I'm more intact, tryna get on the mapDoin' jumpin' jacks while get whipped on my back
Look at Em, little punk ass, thinkin' he the shitYeah, I know, man, by himself takin' on a flickHey, I thought we had an interview with DJ ClueNo I had an interview, not you twoYou gonna be late for sound checkMan I ain't goin' to sound checkMan our mics are screwed upAnd his always sound best. You know what man I'ma say somethin'Hey yo, EmYou got somethin' to sayMan, nothin'I thought you 'bout to tell him off, man, what's upMan 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 crewMan, I was 'bout to talk right after you, I swearMan, whateverI swear man
These chicks don't even know the name of my bandBut they're all on me like they wanna hold hands'Cause once I blow they know that I'll be the manAll because I'm the lead singer of my band
They say the lead singers rock, but the group does notWent from sold out arenas to amusement parksHow I'm gon' let the world know that Proof is hotI should cut his mic off when the music starts(Hey yo, what's...)Ready to snap on a dumb ass fanEvery time I hearHey dude I love your bandWe ain't a band, bitch, we don't play instrumentsSo why he get 90 and we only get 10 percentAnd these guys actin' funny every area code(Proof, carry my bag)Bitch, carry your ownCan'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 groupTime for me to go solo and make some lootI told you I made the beats and wrote all the raps'Till Kon Artis, slipped me some crackLose Yourself video, I was in the backSuperman video, I was in the backFor the media, I got some suggestionsFuck Marshall, ask us some questionsLike "Who is D12?" "How we get started?""But what about Eminem?"Bitch, are you retardedAnyway, I'm the popularest guy in the groupBig ass stomach, bitches think I'm cute (hey sexy)50 told me to do sit-ups to get buffDid two and a half and couldn't get up (Uhh!)Fuck D12, I'm outta this bandI'm 'bout start a group with the real Roxanne
Girl why can't you see you're the only one for meAnd it just tears my ass apart to know that you don't know my band
Man, fuck thisThese 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 lead singerMy BandMy 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 (Lets do it)
The hottest boy band in the world... D12!
I'm the lead singer of my band, I get all the girls to take off their underpantsI'm the lead singer of my band, my salsaMakes all the pretty girls want to danceMy salsa (wooo ohhh), look out for my next single, it's called "My Salsa"My salsa, salsa, salsa, salsa, salsa, salsa, salsa, my salsaMy salsa makes all the pretty girls want to danceAnd take off their underpantsMy salsa makes all the pretty girls want to danceAnd take off their underpants, my salsa
Where'd everybody go?