Stan 2
My tea's gone cold I'm wondering why
I got out my bed at all
The morning rain clouds up my window
And 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
It's not so bad
What up, Slim!
Yo, this is Stan
Your biggest fan
I'm all grown up now!
See I survived this wicked crash
Where I tied up my bitch in back
And she was pregnant
You shoulda seen our faces!
I was just about to be a dad!
You seen the ending
So I gotta die to get your attention?
I tried that, I need my life back, Slim
Maybe some bibles and interventions
Life isn't easy
Fuck, it feels it's like it's been never ending
I can't even kill myself and I've tried because it's depressing!
Look!
They tell me I shouldn't blame you for my actions
But I'm supposed praise you now that I'm a rapper, or hate you
I think that shit's backwards
These days I write hate mail to myself
It sells cuz most people are negative
And rather hang instead of saving themselves
How in the hell can I do the world good
When you been raised with music begging you
To get naked and watch the world burn?
Feel like my heroes told me to go crazy
Smoke drugs and have babies
In a world raised to hate me
No wonder I'm so shady
My tea's gone cold I'm wondering why
I got out my bed at all
The morning rain clouds up my window
And 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
It's not so bad
Dear Slim
I just wanted to make songs and be like you
And help some kids who ain't have anyone, like me and you
I ain't gay
They call me the red Eminem
Are you threatened by me?
Is it cuz I'm everything you claim to be
And when I threaten violence
Someone gets hurt?
I think you hate yourself
I wanna work together
You made that be together shit up
I think you're gay yourself
Asshole
I got a gay uncle and he's always cool
But dudes like you got dudes like me calling them fag at school
And dudes like you got dudes like me thinking that drugs are cool
Like smacking women and calling them bitches!
So fuck you too!!
Eminem, what the fuck you do?!
I take it personal
How you blame your fans for doing all this
Crazy shit that we learned from you!?
How much sense it make to you?
You stand down when they call you a guest!
Like you ain't raised the roof!
Now racism is makin waves again
And it's all thanks to you!
I don't mean it like that, Slim
But these bars are bombs on airplanes to you
Not baby food
In the streets we don't see color
We all brothers and foes
I don't identify you by your skin
But the color of clothes
I ain't a gangsta
But I be thuggin for dough
Those ain't haters
They'll cut up your throat
Crooked cops leave you buttfucked in a hole
This is the Wild West
Drugs, hookers, and hired hits
But if a man buy a dress
They'll hang his ass on a barbed wire fence
Let's start over
I'll open up your shows
And keep it art focused while the heart opens up
And it's our moment until the whole bar closes
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 would all be gray
But your picture on my wall
It reminds me
That it's not so bad
It's not so bad
Dear Marshall
I have a name
My name is Derrek
They call me Statik G
Here's my mixtape you should hear it
I said I'd never write another letter to you
And I didn't
So I wrote this rap song to respond to what I felt was dissing
If you're the Rap God
I'm Rap Gesus
That's easy
People hate me cuz I'm like the white version of black people
There's so many Stan's high on crack pipes
Tryna pass needles
While they lady sells their ass for Instagram likes
Now that's evil!
Slim you know me!
I toured with KXNG crooked, Swifty, and Obie
Made a song with Bizarre, hoping you might see me choking
Hoping you'd see us shaking
Thinking maybe you'd come and save me
But lately everyone's crazy
Brain dead!
I fuckin hate it!
Look what you made me
I feel like a Frankenstein
How can I have my own thoughts?!
I don't even know if my brain is mine
But I'm alive now Slim
You can't call me a Stan that shit's offensive
I switched dimensions, killed myself and every instrumental
I heard your diss to MGK
God done dissed the devil
Yet when you sneak diss me is the only time I get a mention
What's up that shit?
It's disrespectful
I make my pen do backflips and dance and twist
Like it's a wizards pencil
Next time you play in Denver
Call me
We can pay respect
To fans, OGs and rising artists
Uplift the people, they'll remember
I know I got a temper
But I wont be this way forever
I'm healing tryna help the world
And maybe make it better
What if we inspired good, and lent a hand or two
Imagine what a Stan could do
Slim
You know what you have to do
Let me sacrifice myself if that's what it takes
I'm on the edge, like back in the day
Sometimes I feel like I'm a Stan with no brakes
I'm tryna save rap, since the mumble started
That's true
Since back when Juggalos hated
I'd come to parties and blast you
They say the streets don't bump Em
Cuz they ain't hearing us, that's proof
You my hero Slim but what if you're a Stan too
Damn
I'm just playin Eminem
You know I love you
Haha
I got out my bed at all
The morning rain clouds up my window
And 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
It's not so bad
What up, Slim!
Yo, this is Stan
Your biggest fan
I'm all grown up now!
See I survived this wicked crash
Where I tied up my bitch in back
And she was pregnant
You shoulda seen our faces!
I was just about to be a dad!
You seen the ending
So I gotta die to get your attention?
I tried that, I need my life back, Slim
Maybe some bibles and interventions
Life isn't easy
Fuck, it feels it's like it's been never ending
I can't even kill myself and I've tried because it's depressing!
Look!
They tell me I shouldn't blame you for my actions
But I'm supposed praise you now that I'm a rapper, or hate you
I think that shit's backwards
These days I write hate mail to myself
It sells cuz most people are negative
And rather hang instead of saving themselves
How in the hell can I do the world good
When you been raised with music begging you
To get naked and watch the world burn?
Feel like my heroes told me to go crazy
Smoke drugs and have babies
In a world raised to hate me
No wonder I'm so shady
My tea's gone cold I'm wondering why
I got out my bed at all
The morning rain clouds up my window
And 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
It's not so bad
Dear Slim
I just wanted to make songs and be like you
And help some kids who ain't have anyone, like me and you
I ain't gay
They call me the red Eminem
Are you threatened by me?
Is it cuz I'm everything you claim to be
And when I threaten violence
Someone gets hurt?
I think you hate yourself
I wanna work together
You made that be together shit up
I think you're gay yourself
Asshole
I got a gay uncle and he's always cool
But dudes like you got dudes like me calling them fag at school
And dudes like you got dudes like me thinking that drugs are cool
Like smacking women and calling them bitches!
So fuck you too!!
Eminem, what the fuck you do?!
I take it personal
How you blame your fans for doing all this
Crazy shit that we learned from you!?
How much sense it make to you?
You stand down when they call you a guest!
Like you ain't raised the roof!
Now racism is makin waves again
And it's all thanks to you!
I don't mean it like that, Slim
But these bars are bombs on airplanes to you
Not baby food
In the streets we don't see color
We all brothers and foes
I don't identify you by your skin
But the color of clothes
I ain't a gangsta
But I be thuggin for dough
Those ain't haters
They'll cut up your throat
Crooked cops leave you buttfucked in a hole
This is the Wild West
Drugs, hookers, and hired hits
But if a man buy a dress
They'll hang his ass on a barbed wire fence
Let's start over
I'll open up your shows
And keep it art focused while the heart opens up
And it's our moment until the whole bar closes
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 would all be gray
But your picture on my wall
It reminds me
That it's not so bad
It's not so bad
Dear Marshall
I have a name
My name is Derrek
They call me Statik G
Here's my mixtape you should hear it
I said I'd never write another letter to you
And I didn't
So I wrote this rap song to respond to what I felt was dissing
If you're the Rap God
I'm Rap Gesus
That's easy
People hate me cuz I'm like the white version of black people
There's so many Stan's high on crack pipes
Tryna pass needles
While they lady sells their ass for Instagram likes
Now that's evil!
Slim you know me!
I toured with KXNG crooked, Swifty, and Obie
Made a song with Bizarre, hoping you might see me choking
Hoping you'd see us shaking
Thinking maybe you'd come and save me
But lately everyone's crazy
Brain dead!
I fuckin hate it!
Look what you made me
I feel like a Frankenstein
How can I have my own thoughts?!
I don't even know if my brain is mine
But I'm alive now Slim
You can't call me a Stan that shit's offensive
I switched dimensions, killed myself and every instrumental
I heard your diss to MGK
God done dissed the devil
Yet when you sneak diss me is the only time I get a mention
What's up that shit?
It's disrespectful
I make my pen do backflips and dance and twist
Like it's a wizards pencil
Next time you play in Denver
Call me
We can pay respect
To fans, OGs and rising artists
Uplift the people, they'll remember
I know I got a temper
But I wont be this way forever
I'm healing tryna help the world
And maybe make it better
What if we inspired good, and lent a hand or two
Imagine what a Stan could do
Slim
You know what you have to do
Let me sacrifice myself if that's what it takes
I'm on the edge, like back in the day
Sometimes I feel like I'm a Stan with no brakes
I'm tryna save rap, since the mumble started
That's true
Since back when Juggalos hated
I'd come to parties and blast you
They say the streets don't bump Em
Cuz they ain't hearing us, that's proof
You my hero Slim but what if you're a Stan too
Damn
I'm just playin Eminem
You know I love you
Haha
Credits
Writer(s): Derrek Thomas Jensen
Lyrics powered by www.musixmatch.com
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