Stan
EminemStanley open the door (I gotta go)
Stanley open the door (let me in)
Stanley open the door, open the door (let me in)
What?, Stanley What are you doing to yourself?
What the hair, you don't like it?
Stanley, you like it?
Stanley What?
Don't call me that Okey
Don't call me that
Don't you think you're taking this too far
Stanley, Stanley ...
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..
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.
Dear Slim, I wrote but you still ain't callin
I left my cell, my ,
and my home phone at the
I sent two letters in autumn,
you must not-a got 'em
There probably was a
at the post or something
Sometimes I addresses too sloppy
when I jot 'em
But anyways; fuck it, what's been up?
Man how's your ?
My girlfriend's too,
I'm 'bout to be a
If I have a daughter,
what I'ma call her?
I'ma name her Bonnie
I read about your Uncle Ronnie too
I'm sorry
I had a friend himself over some bitch
who didn't want him
I know you probably hear this everyday,
but I'm your biggest fan
I even got the shit
that you did with Skam
I got a room of your posters
and your man
I like the shit you did with Ruckus too,
that shit was phat
Anyways, I hope you get this man, hit me back
Just to , truly yours, your biggest fan
This is Stan
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'd all be gray
But your picture on my wall
It reminds me, that it's not so bad
It's not so bad
Dear Slim, you still ain't called or wrote,
I hope you have a
I ain't , I just think
it's up you don't answer fans
If you didn't wanna talk
to me your concert
You didn't have to,
but you coulda an autograph for Matthew
That's my little man,
he's only six years old
We waited in the cold for you
Four hours and you just said "No."
That's pretty shitty man -
you're like his fuckin' 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 to
Remeber when we in Denver,
you said if I write to you you would write back
See, I'm just like you in way
I never my father ,
he used to always 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 away and put em on
Cause I ain't really got shit else
so that shit helps when i'm
I even got a
with your name across the
Sometimes I even cut myself
to see how much it
It's like ,
the pain is such a sudden for me
See everything you say is real,
and I respect you cause you it
My girlfriend's
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 too
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'd all be gray
But your picture on my wall
It reminds me, that it's not so bad
It's not so bad
Dear Mister I'm-Too-Good-To-Call-Or-Write-My-Fans
this'll be the last I ever send your ass
It's been six months and still no word,
I don't 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
Hey, Slim, I drank a fifth of vodka,
dare me to drive?
You know the song by Phil Collins
"In the Air Tonight"
About that ,
who coulda that other guy from drownin'
But didn't then Phil
saw it all then at that show he found him
That's kinda how this is,
you coulda rescued me from drownin'
No it's too late, I'm on a thousand downers now,
I'm
And all I wanted,
was a letter or a call
I hope you know
I all of your pictures of the wall
I love you Slim,
we coulda been together, think about it
You it now,
I hope you can't sleep and you dream about it
And when you
I hope you can't sleep and you about it
I hope your eats at you
and you can't without me
See Slim, shut up bitch! I'm trying to talk!
Hey Slim,
that's my girlfriend screamin' in the
But I didn't slit her throat
I just tied her up, see I ain't like you
Cause if she 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 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
And even if I could it'd all be gray
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 but I just been busy
You said your girlfriend's pregnant now,
how far along is she?
Look, I'm really
you would call your daughter that
And here's an autograph for your brother
I it on the Starter cap
I'm sorry I didn't see you at the show,
I must've you
Don't think I did that shit intentionally
just to diss you
And what's this shit you said about you
like to cut your too?
I say that shit just dog
C'mon how fucked up is you?
You got some issues Stan,
I think you need some
To help your ass from bouncing off the walls
when you get down some
And what's this shit about us
meant to be together?
That type of shit
will 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 you in time
Before you yourself,
I think that you'll be doin just fine
If you a little,
I'm glad I 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 (shit)
I seen this one shit on the news
a couple weeks ago that made me sick
Some dude was drunk
and his car over a
And had his girlfriend in the trunk,
and she was pregnant with his kid
And in the car they found a ,
but they didn't say who it was to
Come to think about, his name was, it was you
Damn
This song tells the story of a fan obsessed with Eminem. When his letters are not answered, he puts his pregnant girlfriend in his trunk and drives off a bridge. The song ends with Eminem answering his letter and realizing Stan was the man in the news who drove off the bridge.