| I don't know, dude
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| I think everybody's all jealous and shit
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| ‘Cause I'm, like, the lead singer of the band, dude
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| And I think everybody's got a fucking problem with me, dude
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| And they need to take it up with me after the show, because
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| These chicks don't even know the name of my band
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| But they're all on me like they wanna hold hands
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| ‘Cause once I blow, they know that I'll be the man
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| All because I'm the lead singer of my band
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| So I get off stage, right? |
| Drop the mic
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| Walk up to these hot chicks and I'm all like
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| "Sup, ladies? My name's Slim Shady
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| I'm the lead singer of D12, baby"
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| They're all like, "Oh my God, it's him
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| Becky, oh my fucking God, it's Eminem
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| I swear to fucking God, dude, you fucking rock
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| Please, Marshall, please, let me suck your cock"
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| And by now, the rest of the fellas get jealous
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| Especially when I drop the beat and do my a capellas
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| All the chicks start yelling, all the hot babes
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| Throw their bras and their shirts and their panties on stage
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| So, like every single night, they pick a fight with me
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| But when we fight, it's kinda like sibling rivalry
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| ‘Cause they're back on stage the next night with me
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| Dude, I just think you're trying to steal the light from me
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| Yesterday, Kuniva tried to pull a knife on me
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| ‘Cause I told him Jessica Alba's my wife-to-be
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| This rock star shit is the life for me
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| And all the other guys just despise me, because these
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| These chicks don't even know the name of my band
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| But they're all on me like they wanna hold hands
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| ‘Cause once I blow, they know that I'll be the man
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| All because I'm the lead singer of my band
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| My band, my band
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| My band, my band
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| My band, my band
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| My band, my band
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| My band
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| Baby, yeah
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| Alright, alright, alright, give me the mic, man
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| Okay, dawg, give—come on
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| Dude!
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| Give me this mic!
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| Ow, dude!
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| You just wanna see a nigga backwards, don't you?
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| ADAT? |
| How come we don't rap on Pro Tools?
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| Smash these vocals and do a performance
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| But we in the van and he in a tour bus
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| You don't want my autograph, you's a liar
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| And no, I'm Swift (Oh, I thought you were Kuniva)
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| And what the hell is wrong with our dressing room?
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| ‘Cause our shit is looking smaller than a decimal
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| See, I know how to rap, it's simple, but
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| All I did was read a Russell Simmons book
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| So I'm more intact, tryin' to get on the map
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| Doing jumping jacks while getting whipped on my back
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| Look at Em's little punk ass, thinking he the shit
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| Yeah, I know, man, by himself, taking all the flicks
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| Hey, I thought we had an interview with DJ Clue?
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| No, I had an interview, not you two
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| You gon' be late for soundcheck! |
| Man, I ain't going to soundcheck
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| And our mics are screwed up! |
| And his always sound best
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| You know what, man? |
| I'ma say something
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| Ayo Em! |
| You got somethin' to say? |
| Man, nothing
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| I thought you was about to tell him off, man, wassup?
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| Man, I'ma tell him when I feel like it, man, shut up
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| You ain't even back me up when we supposed to be crew
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| Man, I was about to talk right after you, I swear
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| Aww, man, whatever I swear, man!
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| These chicks don't even know the name of my band
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| But they're all on me like they wanna hold hands
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| ‘Cause once I blow, they know that I'll be the man
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| All because I'm the lead singer of my band
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| They say the lead singers rock, but the group does not
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| Went from sold out arenas to amusement parks
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| I'm gon' let the world know that Proof is hot
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| I should cut his mic off when the music starts
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| (Ayo, it's—) Ready to snap on a dumbass fan
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| Every time I hear, "Hey, dude, I love your band!"
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| We ain't a band, bitch, we don't play instruments
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| So why he get 90 and we only get 10 percent?
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| And these guys acting funny every area code
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| Proof, carry my bag! |
| Bitch, carry your own
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| Can't make it to the stage, security in my way
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| Who the fuck are you? |
| Where's Obie and Dre?
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| God damn it, I'm sick of this group (Fuck Eminem)
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| Time for me to go solo and make some loot (Yeah)
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| I told you I made the beats and wrote all the raps
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| Till Kon Artis slipped me some crack
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| "Lose Yourself" video, I was in the back
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| "Superman" video, I was in the back
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| For the media, I got some suggestions
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| Fuck Marshall, ask us some questions |
| Like, "Who is D12?" |
| "How we get started?"
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| (But what about Eminem?) Bitch, are you retarded?
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| Anyway, I'm the popularest guy in the group
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| Big-ass stomach, bitches think I'm cute (Hey sexy!)
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| 50 told me to do sit-ups to get buff
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| Did two and a half and couldn't get up
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| Fuck D12, I'm outta this band
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| I'm 'bout to start a group with The Real Roxanne
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| Girl, why can't you see you're the only one for me?
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| And it just tears my ass apart
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| To know that you don't know my name
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| Man, fuck this
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| These chicks don't even know the name of my band (Haha)
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| But they're all on me like they wanna hold hands (Fuck Marshall)
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| ‘Cause once I blow, I know that I'll be the man (Yeah)
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| All because I'm the new singer—
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| My band, my band (Your band)
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| My band, my band (Our band, your band)
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| My band, my band (You man, you man)
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| My band, my band, my band (Roxanne Shanté, you lesbian)
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| Yeah, hey y'all, the hardest boy band in the world, D12!
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| I'm the lead singer of my band
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| I get all the girls to take off their underpants
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| I'm the lead singer of my band
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| My salsa makes all the pretty girls want to dance
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| My salsa, woah, woah, woah
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| Look out for my next single, it's called "My Salsa"
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| My salsa, salsa, salsa, salsa
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| My salsa makes all the pretty girls want to dance
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| And take off their underpants
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| My salsa makes all the pretty girls want to dance
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| And take off their underpants
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| My salsa
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| Where'd everybody go? |