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| Stan Marshall Mathers My tea's gone cold I'm wondering why I: got out of bed at all The morning rain clouds up my window: and I can't see at all And even if I could it'll all be gray, but your picture on my wall It reminds me that it's not so bad, It's not so bad: [Eminem as 'Stan'] Dear Slim, I wrote you but you still ain't callin' I left my cell, my pager, and my home phone at the bottom I sent two letters back in autumn, you must nota got 'em There probably was a problem at the post office or somethin' Sometimes I scribble addresses too sloppy when I jot 'em But anyways; fuck it, what's been up? Man, how's your daughter? My girlfriend's pregnant, too, I'm 'bout to be a father If I have a daughter, guess what I'ma call her? I'ma name her Bonnie I read about your Uncle Ronnie too I'm sorry I had a friend kill himself over some bitch who didn't want him I know you probably hear this every day, but I'm your biggest fan I even got the underground shit you did with Skam I got a room full of your posters and your pictures man I like the shit you did with Rawkus too, that shit was fat Anyways, I hope you get this man, hit me back, just to chat, truly yours, your biggest fan This is Stan Chorus: Dido [Eminem as 'Stan'] Dear Slim, you still ain't called or wrote, I hope you have a chance I ain't mad - I just think it's FUCKED UP you don't answer fans If you didn't wanna talk to me outside your concert you didn't have to, but you coulda sign an autograph for Matthew That's my little brother man, he's only six years old We waited in the blistering cold for you, four hours and you just said "No". That's pretty shitty man - you're like this fucking idol He wants to be just like you man, he likes you more than I do I ain't mad though, I just thought I don't like being lied to Remember, when we met in Denver - you said if I'd write you, you would write back - see, I' m just like you in a way I never knew my father neither; he used to always cheat on my mom and beat her I can relate to what you are saying in your songs, so when I have a shitty day, I drift away and put 'em on 'cause I don't really got shit else so that shit helps when I'm depressed I even got a tattoo of your name across the chest Sometimes I even cut myself to see how much it bleeds It's like adrenaline, the pain is such a sudden rush for me See everything you say is real, and I respect you 'cause you say it My girlfriend's jealous 'cause I talk about you 24/7 But she don't know you like I know you Slim, no one does She don't know what it was like for people like us growing up You gotta call me man, I'll be the biggest fan you'll ever lose Sincerely yours, Stan P.S. We should be together too Chorus: Dido [Eminem as 'Stan'] Dear Mister-I' m-Too-Good-To-Call-Or-Write-My-Fans, This'll be the last package I ever send your ass It's been six months and still no word - I don't deserve it? I know you got my last two letters; I wrote the addresses on 'em perfect So this is my cassette I'm sending you, I hope you hear it I'm in the car right now, I'm doing 90 on the freeway Hey Slim, I drank a fifth of vodka, you dare me to drive? You know the song by Phil Collins, "In the Air of the Night" About that guy who coulda save the other guy from drowning but didn't, then Phil saw it all, then at a show he found him? That's kinda how this is, you coulda rescued me from drowning Now it's too late - I'm on a 1000 downers now, I'm drowsy And all I wanted was a lousy letter or a call I hope you know I ripped ALL of your pictures off the wall I love you, Slim, we coulda be together, think about it You ruined it now, I hope you can't sleep and you dream about it And when you dream I hope you can't sleep and you SCREAM about it I hope your conscience EATS AT YOU and you can't BREATHE without me, See Slim: {*screaming*} Shut up bitch! I'm trying to talk! Hey Slim, that's my girlfriend screaming in the trunk but I didn't slit her throat, I just tied her up, see I ain't like you 'cause if she suffocates she'll suffer more, and then she' ll die too Well, gotta go I'm almost at the bridge now Oh shit, I forgot, how'm I supposed to send this shit out? {*car tires squeal*} {*CRASH*}: {*brief silence*}: {*LOUD splash*} Chorus: Dido [Eminem] Dear Stan, I meant to write you sooner but I just been busy You said your girlfriend's pregnant now, how far along is she? Look, I'm really flattered you would call your daughter that And here's an autograph for your brother, I wrote it on the Starter cap I'm sorry I didn't see you at the show, I musta missed you Don't think I did that shit intentionally just to diss you But what's this shit you said about you like to cut your wrists too? I say this shit just clownin' dog, c'mon - how fucked up is you? You got some issues Stan, I think you need some counseling to help your ass bouncing off the walls when you get down some And what's this shit about us meant to be together? That type of shit'll make me not want us to meet each other I really think you and your girlfriend need each other or maybe you just need to treat her better I hope you get to read this letter, I just hope it reaches you in time before you hurt yourself, I think that you'll be doing just fine if you relax a little, I'm glad I inspire you, but Stan why are you so mad? Try to understand that I do want you as a fan I just don't want you to do some crazy shit I seen this one shit on the news a couple weeks ago that made me sick Some dude was drunk and drove his car over a bridge and his girlfriend in the trunk, and she was pregnant with his kid and in the car they found a tape, but they didn't say who it was to Come to think about it, his name was: it was you Damn! |
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