Enenne Stan Lyrics:
[CORO : Dido]

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..

[1st Chorus: volume gradually grows over raindrop
background] [2nd Chorus: full volume with beat
right after "thunder" noise]

[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; fuck 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 kill 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 underground shit that you did
with Skam I got a room full of your posters and
your pictures man I like the shit you did with
Rawkus too, that shit was fat Anyways, I hope you
get this man, hit me back, just to chat, truly
yours, your biggest fan This is Stan

[CORO: Dido]

[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 FUCKED 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, 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 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
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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

[CORO : Dido]

[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 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 without me See Slim;
[*screaming*] 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? [*car tires squeal*] [*CRASH*] ..
[*brief silence*] .. [*LOUD splash*]

[CORO : Dido]

[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 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!
Lyrics: Stan, Enenne [end]