INTRO (Eminem):
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 f**king problem with me, dude And they need to take it up with me after the show, because
CHORUS (Eminem):
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
FIRST VERSE (Eminem):
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 f**king God, it's Eminem I swear to f**king God, dude, you f**king 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
CHORUS (Eminem):
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
POST (-Chorus: Eminem):
My band, my band My band, my band My band, my band My band, my band, my band, baby, yeah
REFRAIN (Eminem & Swifty McVay):
Alright, alright, alright, give me the mic, man Okay, dawg, give—come on Dude! Give me this mic! Ow, dude!
SECOND VERSE (Swifty McVay & Kon Artis):
You just wanna see a ***** 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
THIRD VERSE (Kuniva, Kon Artis,
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