Lyrics Language: English Song writer/composer(s): De Shaun Dupree Holton, Steven King, Rufus B Johnson, Marshall Mathers, Ondre C Moore, Denaun M Porter, Von M Carlisle, Luis Edgardo Resto
I don't know dude
I think everybody's all jealous and shit
'Cause I'm like the lead singer of the 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 the hot chicks and I'm all like
"'Sup ladies? My name's Slim Shady
I'm the lead singer of D-12 baby"
They're all like "Oh my God it's him!"
"Becky oh my fucking god it's Eminem!"
"I swear to fucking God, dude you fucking rock!"
"Please, Marshall, please let me suck your cock!"
And by now, the rest of the fellas get jealous
Specially when I drop the beat and do my acapellas
All the chicks start yelling, 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 trying to steal the light from me
Yesterday Kuniva tried to pull a knife on me
'Cause 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 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, baby!
You just wanna see a nigga backwards, don't you
Hey dad how come we don't rap on proto?
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'se a liar
And no I'm Swift, oh I thought you were Kuniva
What the hell is wrong with our dressing room?
'Cause our shit is lookin' smaller than a decimal
See I know how to rap, 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, find 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 soundcheck
Man I ain't goin' to soundcheck
And our mics are screwed up
And his always sound best!
You know what man, I'm a say something
Hey yo Em! You got somethin' to say?
Man nothing
I thought you 'bout to tell him off man, what's up?
Man I'm a tell him when I feel like it, man shut up
And you ain't even back me up when we supposed to be a crew
Man I was 'bout to talk right after you, I swear
Aww 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 does not
Went from sold out arenas to the amusement parks
I'm gon' let the world know that Proof is hot
I should cut his mic off when the music starts "Hey yo it's"
Ready to snap on a dumbass 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 90 and we only get 10 percent?
And these guys acting 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 damn it, I'm sick of this group
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
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's D12? How we get started?
But what about Eminem?
Bitch are you retarded?
Anyway, I'm the popularest guy in the group
Big ass stomach, bitches think I'm cute
50 told me to do situps to get buff
Did two and a half and then couldn't get up
Fuck D12! I'm outta this band
I'm gonna 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
These chicks don't even know the name of my band
But they're all on me like they wanna hold hands, fuck Marshall!
'Cause once I blow I 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 baby!
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 underpants
And the lead singer of my band, my salsa
Makes all the pretty girls want to dance
My salsa, look out for my next single it's called 'My Salsa'
My salsa, salsa, salsa, 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
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