My Band

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 Capella'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, baby yeah! Alright, ok, alright man, give me that mic man, ok, daw... gi... come on Dude! 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 performance But we in the van and he in a tour bus You don't want my autograph, yous 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 gonna 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 'bout to tell him off, man, what's up Man 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 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 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 90 and we only get 10 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 Time for me to go solo and make some loot I told you I made the beats and wrote all the raps 'Till 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 some questions Like "Who is 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 (hey sexy) 50 told me to do sit-ups to get buff Did two and a half and couldn't get up (Uhh!) Fuck D12, I'm outta this band I'm 'bout 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 band 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 lead singer 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 (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 underpants I'm the lead singer of my band, my salsa Makes all the pretty girls want to dance My salsa (wooo ohhh), look out for my next single, it's called "My Salsa" My salsa, salsa, salsa, 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?