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 fucking 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 "Sup, ladies? My name's Slim Shady I'm the lead singer of D12, 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 Especially when I drop the beat and do my a capellas 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 is 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, alright, alright, give me the mic, man Okay, dawg, give—come on Dude! Give me this mic! Ow, dude!

You just wanna see a nigga backwards, don't you? ADAT? How come we don't rap on 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 our dressing room? ‘Cause our shit is looking 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, tryin' to get on the map Doing jumping jacks while getting whipped on my back

Look at Em's little punk ass, thinking he the shit Yeah, I know, man, by himself, taking all the flicks 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 going to soundcheck And our mics are screwed up! And his always sound best You know what, man? I'ma say something Ayo Em! You got somethin' to say? Man, nothing I thought you was about to tell him off, man, wassup? Man, I'ma tell him when I feel like it, man, shut up You ain't even back me up when we supposed to be crew Man, I was about 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 amusement parks I'm gon' let the world know that Proof is hot I should cut his mic off when the music starts (Ayo, 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 (Fuck Eminem) Time for me to go solo and make some loot (Yeah) 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 Fuck D12, I'm outta this band I'm 'bout to 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 (Haha) 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 (Yeah) All because I'm the new singer—

My band, my band (Your band) My band, my band (Our band, your band) My band, my band (You man, you man) My band, my band, my band (Roxanne Shanté, lesbian) Yeah, hey y'all, the hardest 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, woah, woah, woah 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 Where'd everybody go?