D12 – My Band

I don’t know dude…
I think everyone’s all jealous and shit cuZ I’m like the lead singer of a band dude…
And I think everyone’s got a fuckin problem with me dude…
And they need to take it up with me after the show…
Because…

[Chorus]
These chicks don’t even know the name of my band…
But they’re all on me like they wanna hold hands…
Cuz once I blow they know that i’ll be the man…
All because I’m the lead singer of my band…

[Eminem]
So I get off stage right and drop the mic
Walk up to the 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 acapellas
All the chicks start yellin’, all the hot babes
Throw their bras and panties on stage
So like every single night they pick a fight with me
But when we fight it’s kinda like siblin rivalry
Cuz 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 b

[Chorus]
These chicks don’t even know the name of my band…
But they’re all on me like they wanna hold hands…
Cuz once I blow they know that i’ll be the man…
All because I’m the lead singer of my band…
My band x 8

[Swifty]
You just wanna see a nigga backwards don’t you
Hey dad how come we don’t rap on proto
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 was Kuniva)
What the hell is wrong with that dressing room
Cuz my shit is lookin smaller than a decimal
See I know how to rap, see it’s simple but
All I did was read a Russell Simmons book
So I’m more intect, tryna get on the map
Doin’ jumpin jacks while get whipped on my back

[Kuniva and Konartis]
Look him little punk ass thinkin’ he the shit
Yeah I know man find himself takin on a flick
Hey I thought we had an interview with DJ Clue
(Em: No I had an interview not you two)
You gonna be late for soundcheck
Man I ain’t goin’ to soundcheck
But our mics are screwed up and his always sound best
You know what man I’ma say somethin
Hey yo Em
(Em: You got somethin to say?!)
Man no
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 s’posed to be crew
When I was bout to talk right after you
I swear, I swear man

[Chorus]
These chicks don’t even know the name of my band…
But they’re all on me like they wanna hold hands…
Cuz once I blow they know that i’ll be the man…
All because I’m the lead singer of my band…

[Proof]
They say the lead singers rock, but the group does not
Once we sold out arenas to the amusement park
I’m gonna let the world know that proof is hot
I Should cut his mic off when the musics starts
Ready to stap 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 they can find every area code
(Em: 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?!)

[Bizarre]
God dammit I’m sick of this group
Time for me to go solo and make some loop
I told you I made the beats and wrote all the raps
Till Kon Artis slipped me some crack
Lose Yourself sözleri I was in the back
Superman sözleri I was in the back
Fuck the media, I got some suggestions
Fuck Marshall, ask us the questions
Like who’s D12, how we get started
(What about Eminem?)
Bitch are you retarded?
Anyway I’m the popularest guy in the group
Big ass stomache, bitches think I’m cute
Then he told me to do situps to get buff
I did two and a half and then I couldn’t get up
Fuck D12, I’m outta this band
I’m gonna start a group with the real Roxanne

[Eminem]
Girl why cant you see your the only one for me
and it just tares my ass apart to know that you dont know my name

[Nakarat] Bizarre – {Bizarre also})
These chicks don’t even know the name of my band…{ha ha}
But they’re all on me like they wanna hold hands…{Fuck Marshall}
Cuz once I blow they know that i’ll be the man…
All because I’m the lead singer of my band…
My Band x 9

The hottest boy band in the world…
D12!
(Eminem as a salsa singer))
I’m the lead singer of my band, I get all the girl’s to take off their underpants
And the lead singer of my band, my salsa
Makes all the pretty girl’s wanna dance
My salsa, look out for my next single, it’s called My Salsa…
My salsa, salsa, salsa, salsa, my salsa
Makes all the pretty girls wanna dance
And take off their underpants
My salsa makes all the pretty girls wanna dance
And take off their underpants, my salsa
(Where’d everybody go?)

Mic strings.
Welcome to our world.
(Intro)
[Eminem]
Whoa! Yeah! Ahh! (Mutha’Fucka’s think they know us)
G-g-g-g Guess whos back? D-Twizze!, O-Twizzie!
Doc-Twizzie!, Shady-Twizzie!, slash Aftermath!
Fiftycent!, G Unit!, Here we go!, Free Yayo!
Mutha’fucka!, Benzino!, They don’t know we finna’ blow!
Someone betta’ tell them so. . .

[Swifty McVay]
You don’t McVay and I doubt if you understand me,
why would I give a fuck about you if we ain’t family?
I roll with a chosen few, and those of you that’s behind me,
witness the most potest’ ferocious niggas that rhyme.
These bitches turn they back on you, actin’ like they ain’t did shit,
when you rappin’ never mix business up with your friendship.
If you lackin’ up in this jungle, then what you breathe fo’?
Niggas’s don’t love you, you got habits of breaking street codes.
Far as static, I automaticly get medieval
when i’m after people, then I’ll explode you bitches with C-4.
These hoe’s, have no insurance, bodies get repo’,
makin’ you vanish even when we ain’t got our heat close.
Keepin’ .44’s where your hoes are swallowing deep throat.
If you owe me dough then you know you falling asleep. Close
nigga’s pupils that’s what I do. I’m foolish, will shoot you
cause I’m coo-coo, but I don’t think niggas be takin’ heat though.

(Chours x2)
[Kon Artist]
See I’m a man, and a man gon’ do what he gotta do,
And he ain’t really family if he ain’t loyal to you.
If they was really soldiers then they would do what we do,
and be loyal to crew and crew is loyal to you.

[Bizarre]
I don’t give a fuck, i’m quick to blaze chronic.
Smoke on so much green, use twelves and supa-sonic.
Bizarre pack guns and knives, put to dick to nuns and wives,
now who the fuck want to fight?
Ain’t nobody fuckin’ with me, ain’t nobody fuckin’ with the D’,
They get beat like a M-P.
You heard about Bizarre takin’ all them drugs,
You heard about Proof wilin’ in the clubs,
You heard about that nine that Eminem packs.
You diss us, you get you’re fuckin’ face cracked.
I’m from 7 Mile and stout, I’ll shoot up you’re house,
next day, i’ll pee in you’re mouth.

[Obie Trice]
Aiyyo, loyalty’s first, all the bullshit second.
I showed you on the record, “Cheers” to who respect it.
Most of these niggas neglect it,
even though it’s a known method
from the hectic hood that you slept in.
You wanna’ be an exception,
that’s when the weapon is leaving you’re half steppinwith that ‘caine in you’re left hand.
Obie from a section that’ll stain up you’re flesh and
have you on bare breast questionin’ you’re affection
for streets. D-Twizzy no question,
one of the best groups that done it
and Obie is their reflection.
Lil’ homie that knows solely that loyalty is reckoned.
D-Twizzie for life, Obie Trice has said the second.

(Chours x2)

[Proof]
Which one of you niggas wanna’ be boation’ “Bump Heads”,
when I got a passion for clappin’. . .with one hand.
Talent’s on my roster this mobster’s in dump land,
send a gangsta to sleep two by two like bunk beds.
Never leave the crib without packing my black burner.
On some T. Ali rapper to merk a have murda.
Incorporated, Hitman Harry is at you’re service,
reach for me one more gain’ and thats closed.
For life as D12, no ice and spreewells,
every night that I chill in, I fight by free-will.
Knowing I can be killed, leaving my group,
pieces of Proof with a reason to shoot and a license to ill.
We lost Bugz and I’ll be damed if we lose another man
from our clan without forcing our hand.
Estorting you’re family, i’ll slaughter your granny
For my nigga’s, I’m on you’re motherfuckin’ porch with a ‘Cammy.

(Chours x2)

[Kuniva + Kon Artis]
Yo its funny how niggas get caught along (and get bombed on).
Knocking teeth in back of you’re throat (and break you’re jaw bone).
(I’m on ignorant shit) these niggas is bitch,
pass me a cigarrete quick (shit is finna’ get thick).
Yo’ man i’ll get split (by a brutal and critical hit),
with identical dent (or bullets with identical prints).
I’m wishing you if (you come your Lieutenant’s a snitch),
your teminant’s sick (and we know you ain’t finna’ do shit).
I’ll stick with my clique, (The Kon Artist Bomb Artist),
Kuniva The Rida’. (Shooting through you’re fuckin’ Long John garments).
Dirty Dozen (We deep in the street).
Unbelivable heat, we’ll even lay you out in front of the chief of police, muthafucka’.

(Chours x2)

(Outro)
[Kon Artist]
Yeah! D-Twizzie.
D12, Dirty Dozen
Nothing but family up in this muthafucka’.
Loyal to everything that we do.
You ain’t neva’ gonna’ catch none of us slippin’ by ourself.
‘Cuz we always together
You know what i’m sayin . . .
Y’all niggas don’t know what family means.
Bugz watching over our ass,
Thats why we still alive know
Knocking yall niggas outta clubs and shit
Haha! Runyon Ave. Baby!
Shady Records!
Where yo’ mamma at nigga?

Daddy?

[Chorus – Boy]
I wanna be just like.
When I grow up. Yes I do. 4x

[Verse one – Bizarre]
You don’t wanna be just like your daddy,
pimpin’ hoes out here drivin caddies.
Runnin’ round town, fuckin’ with skeezas.
Shot’s in your ass, catchin’ diseases.
Son, your daddy got a foul mouth,
for fuckin’ bitches in they foul mouth.
I can’t help it, my group’s D12,
all we do is pop pills and stay in jail.
Talkin’ nasty shit, Bizarre won’t stop.
I fuck two twins, with a midget on top.
A sick mind, rapin’ an old lady,
knowing damn well Bizarre shouldn’t have a baby.
All I can teach you, learn how to mac,
smoke crack, smack a bitch when she talk back.
Matta fact smack it so that she’s a slut.
Don’t you realize, Bizarre don’t give a fuck. (Hahaha)

[Chorus]

[Verse two – Bizarre]
Don’t go to school, become a catholic priest.
Sell crack to your Auntie Denise.
If Auntie Denise is short 40 cent,
Make her get on the ground and (suck) some more (dick).
Nas is gon’ probably hate me.
When Mos Def hear this, he probably gon’ suffocate me.
Why they let Bizarre rap on Hi-Tek track?
All he gon’ do is talk about whores and smoking crack.
If your wife is pregnant I call her a whore,
leave her no money and go out on tour.
Nah, I’m playin’, leave her sumptin.
I pack a hotdog and a fuckin’ dirty muffin.
You’re my son, I’m trynna teach you somethin’.
You’re (eight) years old? It’s time to start fuckin’.
You know daddy wont give you no wrong advice,
smoke weed and listen to Obie Trice. (Hahaha)

[Chorus]

[Outro – Bizarre]
I’m tellin ya all I do is pop pills and stay high.
Tell them bitches to suck my dick.
Aha! I’m prepared. Yeah.
Motherfuckin role model.
Hi-Tek.

[Proof – Intro]
Yeeaah! This is DJ Seven Deuce, live at
Club Runyan, where all girls with burgundy hair get in free.
G-Unit in da house! What up baby.
Performin’ live tonight live on stage. . .Captain Save-’em-hoe(?),
and the fabulous Case y’all. Stick ’em out y’all.
All my Detroit playas, let’s go!

[Kon Artis – Chorus]
I ain’t set the stroke and I ain’t for games,
I just came to fuck and maybe get some brain.
I got a woman at the crib so I ain’t your man.
I’ll be damned, I’ll be damned, I’ll be damned.
You know all I really wanna do is fuck. I ain’t
gon’ let a money hungry women set me up.
And if you think I’m that stupid you done pressed your luck.
I’ll be damned, I’ll be damned, I’ll be damned.

[Kon Artis]
You gave right. Yes I love monage-魴ois
and I got drawers as big as guys’s big “wah”.
I’m a trick daddy nigga, so bitch how you figure
that I wouldn’t turn my niggas on to you when I hit ya.
I probably could forget ya if I hadn’t been drunk,
but choke a dunkadunk, keep my mind on hump.
When my mind’s on hump to me my .9’s in the trunk,
and Denaun got a line for every fine bitch I hunt.
Not once, twice, but three times the lover
that your man is, and I’m a freak undercover.
I got plans for you, trick, I don’t need a baby mother.
I got five of them motherfuckers tryin’ to smother me already.
We can’t go steady, but you can give me head.
Give me that, get the hell out my bed, and leave the shit.
My chap lips will cut nipples when breast fed,
and on the way, leave the bread with Achman(?).
I’d love for you to stay but I got another date,
with a fat chick that eat cake on playskates.
She rubbed my funky ass feet and feed me grace
plus my man in the closet ran out of sözleritape.

[Chorus]

[Swift]
I’ma make this one thing clear,
ain’t no woman hear gon’ ruin my career.
All the hell you doin’ is pursuin’ a dream,
that’s when you find out that life ain’t truly what it seems.
All these hoes be lyin’, bullshittin’ each other.
And why the hell Kobe Bryant didn’t wear a rubber.
He might as well have went and told the hoe that he love her.
I’m sure as hell ain’t gonna go to court for my mother,
or my wife, and my sisters. So motherfuck a mistress.
They signin’ a contract before these bitches hit this.
Never will a woman take me out that way.
I keep a RCA camera in there motherfuckin’ face.

[Chorus]

[Bizarre]
What’s your name again? It doesn’t matter.
My name is Bizzy, a bodygaurd for Mr. Mathers.
Sit down girl. Let me get you a drink.
I’ma buy you a mink, and rape you in the sink.
From day one, I knew you was a hoe.
I put a rubber on my toe and fucked you some mo’.
Turn around, let me see your nasty ass.
Put on a Jason mask while I take off your maxi pads.

[Kuniva]
These hoes be on some bullshit. Always tryin’ to pull shit
outta they ass. Get mad and put you on blast.
Tell ’em bitches how she fucked you,
sucked you, put it on you, boned you.
Yappin’ off with they mouth sayin’ she loved you.
All on your dick, callin’ your phone, spazzin’ and shit.
Havin’ a fit until you feel like callin’ it quits.
Then she starts callin’ your chick,
wantin’ to fight. Everytime you show up at a gig,
she front row with her friends. Flippin’ you off.
Follow you to the bar, the bathroom,
the parkin’ lot, to the car, pissin’ you off.
Until you blackout, now you and the hoe is havin a scrapout.
You get locked up for assault and now you asked out.

[Chorus]