I don't know dude. I think everybody is all jealous and shit
cause I'm like the lead singer of the 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.


[Eminem - Chorus]
Because. . .
These chicks don't even know the name of my band,
But they're all on me like they want to hold hands,
'Cause once I blow they'll know that I'll be the man,
all because I'm the lead singer of my band.


[Eminem]
So I get offstage right? I drop the mic,
Walk up to these hot chicks then I'm all like,
"Sup, 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 fucking god it's Eminem."
"I swear to fucking God dude, you fucking rock,
Please won't you please let me suck your cock"
Now right now, the rest of the fellas get jealous,
Specially when I drop the beat and do my acapellas,
All the chicks start yelling, all the hot babes
throw their bras and their shirts and their panties onstage,
So like every single night them people fight with me,
But when we fight it's kind a like sibbling rivalry,
Cause their 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's the life for me,
and all the other guys just despise me because. . .


[Chorus]


[Eminem - Bridge]
My band! (8x)
My Bbbbbbbaaaaaaannnnnnnddddddd!!!!!!
 !!!
Baby yeah!


[Swifty]
You just want to see a nigga backwards don't you?
Ain't that? How come we don't rap off pro school?
Smash these vocals and do a performance,
but we in a van, and he on a tour bus.
You don't want my autograph, you'se a liar,
and naw, I'm Swift, "Oh, I thought you were Kuniva."
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, it's simple but,
all I did was read a Russell Simmons book.
So I'm more intact, trying to get on the map,
doing jumping jacks while getting whipped on my back


[Kuniva & Kon Artis]
Look at Em little punk ass, thinking he the shit
Yeah I know man, by himself takin' all the flicks.
Hey, I thought we had and interview with DJ Clue
(Eminem) No I had an interview, not you two.
You gon' be late for soundcheck
Man, I ain't going to soundcheck
Man, our mics is screwed up,
And his always sound best
You know what man? I'm a say something
Ay'yo Em!
(Eminem)You got something to say!!!
Man, nothing.
I though you was about tell him off man, wassup?
Man, I'm a tell him what I feel like it man, shut up
You ain't even back me up, and we supposed to be crew
Man I was about to talk right after you, I swear
Man whatever!
I swear man


[Chorus]


[Proof]
They say the lead singer's rock, but the group is not
With some sold out arena's to amusement parks.
I'm gon' let the world know that Proof is hot
I should cut his mic off when the music starts. (Hey, yo it's. . .)
Ready to snap on the dumbass fan,
Everytime 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?"


[Bizzare]
God damn it, 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's D12?", "How we get started?"
But what about Eminem?
Bitch are you retarded?
Anyway, I'm the poverished guy in the group.
Big ass stomach, bitches think I'm cute.
50 told me to do sit-ups to get

These are the results of a thousand electric volts
A neck with bolts, "Nurse we're losin him, check the pulse!"
A kid who refused to respect adults
Wore spectacles with taped frames and a freckled nose
A corny lookin white boy, scrawny and always ornery
Cause I was always sick of brawny bullies pickin on me
And I might snap, one day just like that
I decided to strike back and flatten every tire on the bike rack
"It's you and I, three o'clock sharp this afternoon you die"
I looked at my watch it was one twenty
"I already gave you my lunch money what more do you want from me?!?"
He said, "Don't try to run from me, you'll just make it worse..."
My palms were sweaty, and I started to shake at first
Something told me, "Try to fake a stomach ache it works"
I screamed, "Owww! My appendix feels like they could burst!
Teacher, teacher, quick I need a naked nurse!"
And just for that stunt, you're gonna get some extra homework."
Brain damage, ever since the day I was born
Drugs is what they used to say I was on
They say I never knew which way I was goin
But everywhere I go they keep playin my song
Brain damage..
Way before my baby daughter Hailey
I was harassed daily by this fat kid named D'Angelo Bailey
An eighth grader who acted obnoxious, cause his father boxes
so everyday he'd shove me in the lockers
One day he came in the bathroom while I was pissin
And had me in the position to beat me into submission
He banged my head against the urinal til he broke my nose,
Soaked my clothes in blood, grabbed me and choked my throat
I tried to plead and tell him, "We shouldn't beef"
But he just wouldn't leave, he kept chokin me and I couldn't breathe
He looked at me and said, "You gonna die honkey!"
and started helpin him stomp me
I made them think they beat me to death
Holdin my breath for like five minutes before they finally left
Then I got up and ran to the janitor's storage booth
Kicked the door hinge loose and ripped out the four inch screws
Grabbed some sharp objects, brooms, and foreign tools
"This is for every time you took my orange juice,
or stole my seat in the lunchroom and drank my chocolate milk.
Every time you tipped my tray and it dropped and spilt.
I'm gettin you back bully! Now once and for good."
I cocked the broomstick back and swung hard as I could
and beat him over the head with it til I broke the wood
Knocked him down, stood on his chest with one foot..
.. Made it home, later that same day
Started reading a comic, and suddenly everything became gray
I couldn't even see what I was tryin to read
I went deaf, and my left ear started to bleed
My mother started screamin, "What are you on, drugs?!?
She beat me over the head with the remote control
opened a hole, and my whole brain fell out of my skull
I picked it up and screamed, "Look bitch, what have you done?!?"
Took it and stuck it back up in my head
then I sewed it shut and put a couple of screws in my neck
Brain damage..
It's brain damage..
I got brain damage..
It's brain damage..
It's probably brain damage..
It's brain damage..
Brain damage..
I got brain damage..

Where's my snare, I have no snare in my headphones, there ya' go, yeah, yo', yo'...
Have you ever been hated or discriminated against, I have, i've been protested and demonstrated
against, picket signs for my wicked rhymes, look at the times, sick is the mind of the
motherfuckin' kid that's behind, all this commotion, emotions run deep as ocean's explodin',
tempers flaring from parents, just blow 'em off and keep goin', not takin' nothin' from no one,
give 'em hell long as i'm breathin', keep kickin' ass in the mornin', an' takin' names in the
evening, leave 'em with a taste as sour as vinegar in they mouth, see they can trigger me but
they'll never figure me out, look at me now, I bet ya' probably sick of me now, ain't you mama,
i'ma make you look so ridiculous now...
I'm sorry mama, I never meant to hurt you, I never meant to make you cr

Daddy hugs his little man
says son I’ve got to go
and he pulls out of the drive and disappears
as they walk back in the house
the young boy asks his mama
where does daddy go when he leaves here

mama tells her little man
your daddy’s got a job
and when he goes to work they pay him for his time
well the young boy gets to thinking
and he heads up to his bedroom
and comes running back with a quarter and four dimes

(chorus
and says mama how much time will this buy me
is it enough to take me fishing or throw a football in the street
if I’m a little short then how much more does daddy need
to spend some time with me

the young boy tells his mama
now I know daddy’s busy
cause most times when he gets home it’s dark outside
but tell him I’ve got me some pennies
saved up from the tooth fairy
and I keep ‘em in my piggy bank and I believe there’s thirty-five

(chorus
and mama how much time will that buy me
is it enough to take me camping in a tent down by the creek
if I’m a little short then how much more does daddy need
to spend some time with me

mama how much time will this buy me
is it enough for just an afternoon a day or a whole week
if I’m a little short then how much more does daddy need
to spend some time with me

mama takes her little man
sets him on her lap
and starts dialing up some numbers on the phone
she says daddy come home early
you don’t have to chase that dollar
cause your little man has got one here at home