"Stan" 
( Eminem )

 My tea's gone cold I'm wondering why
Got out of bed at all
The morning rain clouds up my window 
And I can't see at all
Even if I could it'd all be grey, but your picture on my wall        
It reminds me that it's not so bad, it's not so bad        
Dear Slim, I wrote U 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 not have got 'em
It 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 out to be a father
If I have a daughter, guess what I'm-a call her? I'm-a name her B
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 U probably hear this everyday, but I'm your biggest fan
I even got the underground shit that U did with ScamZ
I got a room full of your posters and your pictures, man
I like the shit U did with Ruckus too, that shit was fat
Anyways, I hope U get this man
Hit me back, just to chat truly yours, your biggest fan, this is Stan

Dear Slim, U still ain't called or wrote, I hope U have the chance 
I ain't mad, I just think it's fucked up U don't answer fans
If U didn't want to talk to me outside your concert 
You didn't have to 
But you could have signed an autograph for Matthew 
That's my little brother, man. He's only 6 years old
We waited in the blistering cold for U for 4 hours and ya just said no
That's pretty shitty man, you're like his fuckin' idol 
He wants to be just like U man, he likes you more than I do
I ain't that mad, but I just don't like bein' lied to
Remember when we met in Denver, U said if I write you
You would write back. See, I'm just like U 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're sayin' in your songs
So when I have a shitty day, I drift away and put 'em on
'Cos I don't really got shit else so that shit helps when I'm depressed
I even got a tattoo with 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 U say is real, and I respect U 'cause you tell it  
My girlfriend's jealous 'cause I talk about you 24/7
But she don't know U like I know U, Slim, no one does
She don't know what it was like for people like us growing up
You've gotta call me man
I'll be the biggest fan you'll ever lose 
Sincerely yours, Stan. PS: We should be together too

Dear Mr. "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 U got my last 2 letters, I wrote the addresses on 'em perfect
So this is my cassette I'm sending U. 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, ya dare me to drive?"
You know that song by Phil Collins from "The Air In The Night"?
About that guy who could have saved that other guy from drowning?
But didn't? Then Phil saw it all then at his show he found him?
That's kinda how this is. U could have rescued me from drowning
Now it's too late. I'm on a thousand downers now, I'm drowsy
And all I wanted was a lousy letter or a call
I hope you know I ripped all o' your pictures off the wall
I love you Slim, we could have been together
Think about it You ruined it now
I hope you can't sleep and you dream about it 
And when U dream, I hope you can't sleep and U scream about it 
I hope your conscious eats at you and you can't breathe without me
See Slim, 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 
'Cos 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 am I supposed to send this shit out ?

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
Even if I could it'd all be grey, but your picture on my wall        
It reminds me that it's not so bad, it's not so bad        

            

Dear Stan, I meant to write you sooner, but I've 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 
Here's an autograph for your brother I wrote it on your Starter cap
I'm sorry I didn't see you at the show, I must have missed you
Don't think I did that shit intentionally, just to diss you 
And what's this shit you said about U like to cut your wrists too?
I say that shit just clownin' dawg, c'mon, how fucked up is you? 
You got some issues, Stan, I think you need some counselin' 
To help your ass from bouncin' off the walls when U 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'd be doin' just fine If you'd relax a little 
I'm glad that I inspire you, but Stan
Why are you so mad? try to understand that I do want U as a fan
I just don't want you to do some crazy shit 
I seen this 1 shit on the news a couple weeks ago that made me sick
Some dude was drunk and drove his car over a bridge
And had his girlfriend in the trunk she was pregnant with his kid
And in the car they found a tape but it didn't say who it was to 
Come to think about it... his name was... it was you!
DAMN !!!

(Lastogap M. Gultom)