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my band - ripsi winelover lyrics

[intro: eminem]
i don’t know, dude
i think everybody’s all jealous and sh*t
‘cause i’m, like, the lead singer of the band, dude
and i think everybody’s got a f*cking problem with me, dude
and they need to take it up with me after the show, because

[verse 1: hripsme]
so i get back to my dressing room
this dude walks in i know he wan’ get it on
i tell him assume the position daddy
he takes me home and we pull off in that
double “r”, but then he was a short d*ck man
so he went home, then i go back to my tour

[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
[verse 2: 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*cking god, it’s eminem
i swear to f*cking god, dude, you f*cking rock
please, marshall, please, let me suck your c*ck”
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 sh*t is the life for me
and all the other guys just despise me, because these

[refrain: eminem & swifty mcvay]
alright, alright, alright, give me the mic, man
okay, dawg, give—come on
dude!
give me this mic!
ow, dude!

[verse 3: swifty mcvay & kon artis]
you just wanna see a n*gga 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)
and what the h*ll is wrong with our dressing room?
‘cause our sh*t 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
[verse 4: kuniva, kon artis, & eminem]
look at em’s little punk ass, thinking he the sh*t
yeah, i know, man, by himself, taking all the fl!cks
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 something
ayo em! you got somethin’ to say? man, nothing
i thought you was about to tell him off, man, wassup?
man, i’ma tell him when i feel like it, man, shut up
you ain’t even back me up when we supposed to be crew
man, i was about to talk right after you, i swear
aww, man, whatever i swear, man!

[verse 5: ripsi winelover]
now all you b*tches know me mane
i know this b*tch wan’ this cake hoe
i twerk it all up on him like a lap dance
the b*tch studies my body like a test
now b*tch im winning im on my fourth
album b*tch, while this b*tch is on her
first album and shes coming for me?
now after four years i’ve decided to go
back to music, but it was rough because
this dumb ass b*tch linda she ruined it
but now i got my confidence to go back
to the studio and record this album b*tch
now i got me some gucci slides
so i can slide around these b*tches
these little nappy headed hoes need
to pipe down b*tch cause they doing to much
now i got me a new man he the clyde to my bonnie
these ugly b*tches can’t find a man like him
now linda i dissed you once but
i dont wanna diss you again but imma give you this
i hope you do realize that im f*cking
you husband b*tch he don’t want you ho
(i know these b*tches jealous
and they can’t be me but they wanna be me
but they can’t be me)
but i know they mad and they
can’t be me b*tch, but they find ways to do it
(but we all know that they mad
but imma sh*t on my critics some more)
i am i am i am still gonna do, what he sent me to do
that’s k!ll, k!ll, everything in, everything in my way
that’s k!ll, k!ll, everything in, everything in my way
that’s k!ll, k!ll, everything in, everything in my way

[verse 6: proof, eminem, & kon artis]
they say the lead singers rock, but the group does not
went from sold out arenas to amus*m*nt parks
i’m gon’ let the world know that proof is hot
i should cut his mic off when the music starts
(ayo, it’s—) ready to snap on a dumbass fan
every time i hear, “hey, dude, i love your band!”
we ain’t a band, b*tch, 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! b*tch, carry your own
can’t make it to the stage, security in my way
who the f*ck are you? where’s obie and dre?

[verse 7: proof, eminem, & kon artis]
they say the lead singers rock, but the group does not
went from sold out arenas to amus*m*nt parks
i’m gon’ let the world know that proof is hot
i should cut his mic off when the music starts
(ayo, it’s—) ready to snap on a dumbass fan
every time i hear, “hey, dude, i love your band!”
we ain’t a band, b*tch, 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! b*tch, carry your own
can’t make it to the stage, security in my way
who the f*ck are you? where’s obie and dre?

[verse 8: bizarre]
god d*mn it, i’m sick of this group (f*ck eminem)
time for me to go solo and make some loot (yeah)
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
f*ck marshall, ask us some questions
like, “who is d12?” “how we get started?”
(but what about eminem?) b*tch, are you r*t*rded?
anyway, i’m the popularest guy in the group
big*ass stomach, b*tches think i’m cute (hey s*xy!)
50 told me to do sit*ups to get buff
did two and a half and couldn’t get up
f*ck d12, i’m outta this band
i’m ’bout to start a group with the real roxanne

[bridge: eminem & bizarre]
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

[refrain: bizarre]
man, f*ck this

[chorus: bizarre]
these chicks don’t even know the name of my band (haha)
but they’re all on me like they wanna hold hands (f*ck marshall)
‘cause once i blow, i know that i’ll be the man (yeah)
all because i’m the new singer—

[post*chorus: eminem & bizarre]
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!

[bridge: hripsme]
now me and ripsi we are a band
not none of you frauds tryna
be us mane thats some clown
sh*t right there hoe find someone new
and you tryna be relevant but you not

[bridge 2: eminem]
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?

[outro; ripsi winelover]
mane you know i k!lled it
you can’t deny it it purrrr
like you better get my oven mit
cause it was fire, yo hripsme
we should do more songs like this
ya dig!

- ripsi winelover lyrics

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