[Eminem as \'Stan\']Dear Slim, I wrote but you still ain\'t callinI left my cell, my pager, and my home phone at the bottomI sent two letters back in autumn, you must not-a got \'emThere probably was a problem at the post office or somethingSometimes I scribble addresses too sloppy when I jot \'embut anyways; fuck it, what\'s been up? Man how\'s your daughter?My girlfriend\'s pregnant too, I\'m bout to be a fatherIf I have a daughter, guess what I\'ma call her?I\'ma name her BonnieI read about your Uncle Ronnie too I\'m sorryI had a friend kill himself over some bitch who didn\'t want himI know you probably hear this everyday, but I\'m your biggest fanI even got the underground shit that you did with SkamI got a room full of your posters and your pictures manI like the shit you did with Ruckus too, that shit was phatAnyways, I hope you get this man, hit me back,just to chat, truly yours, your biggest fanThis is Stan{Chorus:Elton John }\n\n[Eminem as \'Stan\']\nDear Slim, you still ain\'t called or wrote, I hope you have a chance\nI ain\'t mad - I just think it\'s FUCKED UP you don\'t answer fans\nIf you didn\'t wanna talk to me outside your concert\nyou didn\'t have to, but you coulda signed an autograph for Matthew\nThat\'s my little brother man, he\'s only six years old\nWe waited in the blistering cold for you,\nfour hours and you just said, \"No.\"\nThat\'s pretty shitty man - you\'re like his fucking idol\nHe wants to be just like you man, he likes you more than I do\nI ain\'t that mad though, I just don\'t like being lied to\nRemember when we met in Denver - you said if I\'d write you\nyou would write back - see I\'m just like you in a way\nI never knew my father neither;\nhe used to always cheat on my mom and beat her\nI can relate to what you\'re saying in your songs\nso when I have a shitty day, I drift away and put \'em oncause I don\'t really got shit else so that shit helps when I\'m depressedI even got a tattoo with your name across the chestSometimes I even cut myself to see how much it bleedsIt\'s like adrenaline, the pain is such a sudden rush for meSee everything you say is real, and I respect you \'cos you tell itMy girlfriend\'s jealous cause I talk about you 24/7But she don\'t know you like I know you Slim, no one doesShe don\'t know what it was like for people like us growin upYou gotta call me man, I\'ll be the biggest fan you\'ll ever loseSincerely yours, Stan -- P.S.We should be together too{Chorus:Elton John }\n\n[Eminem as \'Stan\']\nDear Mister-I\'m-Too-Good-To-Call-Or-Write-My-Fans,\nthis\'ll be the last package I ever send your ass\nIt\'s been six months and still no word - I don\'t deserve it?\nI know you got my last two letters;\nI wrote the addresses on \'em perfect\nSo this is my cassetteI\'m sending you, I hope you hear it\nI\'m in the car right now, I\'m doing 90 on the freeway\nHey Slim, I drank a fifth of vodka, you dare me to drive?\nYou know the song by Phil Collins, \"In the Air of the Night\"\nabout that guy who coulda saved that other guy from drowning\nbut didn\'t, then Phil saw it all, then at a showy he found him?\nThat\'s kinda how this is, you coulda rescued me from drowning\nNow it\'s too late - I\'m on a 1000 downers now, I\'m drowsy\nand all I wanted was a lousy letter or a call\nI hope you know I ripped ALL of your pictures off the wall\nI love you Slim, we coulda been together,think about it\nYou ruined it now, I hope you can\'t sleep and you dream about it\nAnd when you dream I hope you can\'t sleep and you SCREAM about it\nI hope your conscience EATS AT YOU and you can\'t BREATHE without me\nSee Slim; {*screaming*} \nShut up bitch! I\'m trying to talk!\nHey Slim, that\'s my girlfriend screamin in the trunk\nbut I didn\'t slit her throat, I just tied her up, see I ain\'t like you\ncause if she suffocates she\'ll suffer more, and then she\'ll die too\nWell, gotta go, I\'m almost at the bridge now\nOh shit, I forgot, how am I supposed to send this shit out? Elton, Eminem, Grammy, John, Live, Performance, stan