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My Favourite Singer -Eminem

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 saying in your songs

So when I have a shitty day, I drift away and put 'em on

Cause I don't really got shit else so that shit 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

Dear Mister-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 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 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 drowning

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 drowning

Now it's too late - I'm on a 1000 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 love you Slim, we coulda been together, think about it

You ruined it now, I hope you can't 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 wiithout me

See Slim. Shut up bitch! 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, and then she'll die too

Well, gotta go, I'm almost at the bridge now

Oh shit, I forgot, how'm I supposed to send this shit out?

Chorus

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 the Starter cap

I'm sorry I didn't see you at the show, I musta missed you

Don't think I did that shit intentionally just to diss you

But what's this shit you said about you like to cut your wrists too?

I say that shit just clownin dogg,

C'mon how fucked up is you?

You got some issues Stan, I think you need some counseling

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'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 shit

I seen this one 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, 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!

The Way I Am

(The Marshall Mathers, 2000)

Whatever

Dre just let it run

Ay yo turn the beat up a little bit

Ay yo this song is for anyone

Fuck it just shut up and listen

Ay yo

I sit back with this pack of zigzags

And this bag of this weed

It gives me the shit needed to be

The most meanest emcee on this on this earth

Cause since birth I've been cursed with this curse to just cursed

And just blurt this bezerk and bizarre shit that works

And it sells and it helps in its self

To relieve all this tension dispensing me

Sentence is getting it, stress has been eating me recently

All through this chest and I rest to get peacefully

But at least have the decency in you to leave me alone

When you freaks see me out in the streets

When I'm eating or feedin' my daughter

To not come and speak to me

I don't know you and no I don't owe you a motherfuckin thing

I'm not Mr. NSYNC and I'm not what your friends think

I'm not Mr. Friendly

I can be a prick, if you tip me my tank is on empty

No patience is in me and if you offend me I'm lifting you ten feet

In the air, I don't care who was there and who saw me just jaw

You go call you a lawyer file you a lawsuit

I'll smile in the courtroom and buy you a wardrobe

I'm tired of arguing - I don't mean to mean but it's all I can be

It's just me

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And I am

Whatever you say I am

If I wasn't, then why would I say I am?

In the papers, the news, everyday I am

Radio won't even play my jam

Cause I am

Whatever you say I am

If I wasn't, then why would I say I am?

In the papers, the news, everyday I am

I don't know it's just the way I am

Sometimes I just feel like my father, I hate to be bothered

With all of this nonsense it's constant

And "oh it's just lyrical content!"

The song "Guilty Conscience" has gotten such rotten responses

And all of this controversy circles me

And it seems like the media immediately points a finger at me

So I point one back at 'em

But not the index or the pinky or the ring or the thumb

It's the one you put up when you don't give a fuck

When you won't just put up with the bullshit they pull

Cause they full of shit too

When a dude's gettin bullied and shoots up your school

And they blame it on Marilyn - and the heroin

Where were the parents at?

And look at where it's at middle America

Now it's a tragedy

Now it's so sad to see