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?