D12 - My Band lyrics

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" now 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 they're tryna
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? (Uh, huh)
ADAT? How come we don't rap on Pro Tools?
(God dang)
Smash these vocals and do a performance
But we in the van
(Uh, huh) and he in a tour bus (Ha)
You don't want my autograph, you's a liar
And no, I'm Swift, "Oh
I thought you were Kuniva" (Come on)
And what the hell is wrong
With our dressing room?
‘Cause our shit is looking
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
(yeah)
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 somethin'
Ayo Em! You got somethin' to say? Man
Nuttin'
I thought you was about to tell him off, man
Wassup?
Man, I'ma tell him when I feel like it, man
Shut up and you ain't even back me up
And 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
How I'm gon' let the world
Know that Proof is hot?
I should cut his mic off
When the music starts
(Ayo) 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 D12)
Time for me to go solo and make some loot
(yeah) i told you I made the beats
And wrote all the raps
'Til Kon Artis slipped me some crack
(Take this)
"Lose Yourself" video, I was in the back
"Superman" video, uh, I was in the back
(Ha ha ha)
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, you 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?