Mark the 45 King - Stan (live) lyrics

[Eminem as 'Stan'] Dear Slim, I wrote 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-a 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; eff 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 k** himself over some b**h who didn't want him I know you probably hear this everyday, but I'm your biggest fan I even got the underground stuff that you did with Skam I got a room full of your posters and your pictures man I like the stuff you did with Rawkus too, that sh** was fat Anyways, I hope you get this man, hit me back Just to chat, truly yours, your biggest fan This is Stan [Chorus: Elton John] My tea's gone cold I'm wondering why I got out of bed at all The morning rain clouds up my window Oh I can't see at all! And even if I could it would all be gray But your picture on my wall It reminds me, that it's not so bad Not so bad [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 messed 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 signed an autograph for Matthew That's my little brother man, he's only six years old We waited in the blistering cold for you For four hours and you just said, No That's pretty crummy man - you're like his favorite idol He wants to be just like you man, he likes you more than I do I ain't that mad though, I just don't like bein 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're sayin in your songs So when I have a crummy day, I drift away and put 'em on Cause I don't really got sh** else so that sh** and 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 tell 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 growin 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: Elton John] [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 a** 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 ca**ette I'm sendin you, I hope you hear it I'm in the car right now, I'm doin 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 saved that other guy from drownin But didn't, then Phil saw it all, then at a a show he found him? That's kinda how this is, you coulda rescued me from drownin 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+ of your pictures off the wall I loved you Slim, we coulda been together, think about it You ruined it now, I hope you go to 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 b**h! I'm tryin to talk! Hey Slim, that's my girlfriend screamin 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, then she'll die too Well, gotta go, I'm almost at the bridge now Oh shoot, I forgot, how'm I supposed to send this tape out? {*car tires squeal*} {*CRASH*} .. {*brief silence*} .. {*LOUD splash*} [Chorus: Elton John] [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 a Starter cap I'm sorry I didn't see you at the show, I musta missed you Don't think I did that sh** intentionally just to diss you But what's this stuff you said about you like to cut your wrists too? I say that stuff just clownin dawg, c'mon - how messed up is you? You got some issues Stan, I think you need some counselin To help your a** from bouncin off the walls when you get down some And what's this junk about us meant to be together? That type of crap'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 doin 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 bit I seen this one sh** on the news a couple weeks ago that made me sick Some dude was drunk and drove this car over a bridge And had 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, his name was.. it was you Damn!