Stan Album

Artist(s): Eminem

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Eminem Stan Cover Art

Tracklist

Stan

length: 6:44
producer: The 45 King
vocal: Eminem and Dido
mixer: Eminem
recording engineer: Richard “Segal” Huredia
bass: Mike Elizondo
guitar: Sean Cruse
co-producer: Eminem
executive producer: Dr. Dre
assistant mixer: Richard “Segal” Huredia
writer: Paul Herman, Dido, Eminem

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
Put 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
Put your picture on my wall
It reminds me, that it's not so bad
It's not so bad

Dear Slim, I wrote you but 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, **** 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'm a 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 ***** who didn't want him
I know you probably hear this everyday, but I'm your biggest fan
I even got the underground **** that you did with Skam
I got a room full of your posters and your pictures man
I like the **** you did with Rawkus too, that **** was fat
Anyways, I hope you get this man, hit me back,
Just to chat, 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'll all be gray
Put 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 chance
I ain't mad, I just think it's ****ed 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
For four hours and you just said, "No."
That's pretty shitty man, you're like his ****in' 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 **** else so that **** 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

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
Put 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 will be the last package I ever send your ***
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 could a 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 could a rescued me from drowning
Now it's too late, I'm on a thousand 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, shut up *****! 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 ****, I forgot, how am I supposed to send this **** 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'll all be gray
Put 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 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 must of missed you
Don't think I did that **** intentionally just to diss you
But what's this **** you said about you like to cut your wrists too?
I say that **** just clownin' dog, come on, how ****ed up is you?
You got some issues Stan, I think you need some counseling
To help your *** from bouncing off the walls when you get down some
And what's this **** about us meant to be together?
That type of **** 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 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 ****
I seen this one **** 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!

Get You Mad

length: 4:22
producer: DJ Revolution, Sway & King Tech and King Tech
vocal: Eminem
performer: DJ Revolution and Eminem
composer: King Tech
lyricist: Eminem
Yo, yo!
Mic check
(My ****!)
Testing, one, two
Ff-****
(My ****!) My nuts

My attitude is worse than N-W-A's was
I'll battle you over stupid **** and dis people
Who ain't have **** to do with it, like Cool J does (My tattoo!)
You see me standin' outside of your buildin' screamin'

"Puffy is good, (hey!) but Slim Shady is for the children!" (wait!)
I look at my life in a new light, **** it
Give me two mics; I write songs for me, **** what you like
You're probably hear me rap half-hearted
Cause I don't like rap anyway

I'm just tryin to get my porno career started
Every place and event, "Been there, done that"
****, Dre stuck me in a suitcase when he went
"Come on, let's go!"

Want a deal?
Study these 5 chapters
Lesson one,
Throw demos as hard as you can at signed rappers

Lesson two
Face 'em and dis 'em (what up dog?)
Don't give em a demo, kidnap em (I want you to come with me)
And make em come to your basement and listen
(you're gonna ****in' check this out)

Lesson three,
Get a job at a label, switch demos with Canibus
And put yours on the owner's table (here listen!)

Lesson four
Know you heard this before
"Hey let me get your number, I'll call you tomorrow, for sure!"
Don't act like a fan, you want to get signed?
Get the Withest A and R you can find
Pull him aside and rap as wack as you can
Lesson Five: Get a hook-up at Jive
Dress up like I.C.P. and have them come see you perform live
And that's the key, but when you see me on the street, I ain't
Givin' you **** *****, don't even bother askin' me (get away from me)
Toilet water splashes me right in the *** when I'm spittin'
'Cause I'm always shittin' when I'm rappin' like Master P
Got a blow job from Paula Jones, and stuffed it so far in her mouth
My balls broke both of her collarbones (Ow!)
Told Mya this **** was all about me-ah ("It's all about me..")
Gave Alyssa Milano syphilis, mono and gonorrhea ("You're a ****!")
And all three of my main girls said see-ya
'Cause Brandy and Monica walked in and caught me ****in' Aaliyah
(What? Oh my God!) I splish splash while I'm takin' a bath
Grab a handful of pills, break em in half, take em and laugh
White trash, ****in' your wife in the *** ("Oh! Ooh Shady! Oooh!")
While you're out siphoning gas for your lawnmower to cut the grass

So if I hurt your self-esteem
And you get dissed too bad (Yo why you diss me?)
You know I just be sayin' that to get you mad
And when I rap about a buncha **** you wished you had (A big ****!)
You know I just be sayin' that to get you mad
"I can't listen to that song, that ****'s too sad!"
You know I just be sayin' that to get you mad
"He'll never make it, his wrist is slit too bad!" (Nurse! Nurse!)
You know I just be sayin' that to get you mad

What a wonderful day, I should go outside and play
Ain't no need to sit inside the house and hibernate
Hi Renee! (Oh hi!) I was just about to toss a live grenade
In your driveway (what?) and drive away
Are you afraid of a blade made of a razor with AIDS
Blood drippin' from it, rippin' your stomach like a paper mache
You talk a lot of ****, but you was never ill though
I'm sick enough to beat you to death with a feather pillow
Tipped over some cows, just for a joke and a laugh
Jumped up, choked a giraffe, snapped his neck and broke it in half
Wagin' wars, went on stage and sprayed Cage with 'Agent Orange'
And wiped my *** with his page in Source (Here!)
The demon is here, steamin' this year
I rip (Mystikal's) voice box out, scream in his ear
It's not a gimmick *****, it's an image I live it
Give a ****? I don't know what a **** is to give it
"Yeah I don't think this guy is well" I'm high as hell
I'll beat you with a live cat when I'm swinging him by his tail

I'll ****in', I'll ****in'
Lay your nuts on the dresser
Just your nut-sack by itself
And bang them shits with a spiked bat
Cut your neck off and sew your head right back
And leave you like that
You just triggered the prick who just mixed liquor
Who's itchin' to leave you disfigured and stiffer than Chris-topher
Reeves, I was teething with strep throat
While your mother was breastfeeding
And gave her the flesh-eating disease
I'm iller than takin' a hammer and beatin' your knees
And walkin' through South Central L.A., bleedin' in jeans
(Am I a Blood or a Crip?) Wakin' up the next day in breathin' machines
Flashin' back to being shot and repeatin' the scenes
On how you just got smoked, and if you do live
You'll be too scared to tell it, like a Biggie and 'Pac joke

So if I hurt your self-esteem and you get dissed too bad
You know I just be sayin' that to get you mad
And when I rap about a fat ***** that you wished you had
You know I just be sayin' that to get you mad
"I can't listen to that song, that ****'s too sad"
You know I just be sayin' that to get you mad
"He'll never make it, his wrist is slit too bad"
You know I just be sayin' that to get you mad

I know that makes you real mad, don't it? (uh-huh)
That's right, Slim Shady (yup) Sway & Tech
Sprayin' wreck (*****)
And we don't give a heck (uh-uh)
Or a damn, or a ****, or a ****
So suck my **********in' ****

My Name Is

length: 4:29
producer: Dr. Dre
performer: Jeff Bass and Eminem
mixer: Dr. Dre and Richard “Segal” Huredia
executive producer: Marky, Jeff Bass and Dr. Dre
editor: Blumpy
writer: Dr. Dre, Eminem, Labi Siffre
Hi! My name is (what?)
My name is (who?)
My name is
Slim Shady
Hi! My name is (huh?)
My name is (what?)
My name is
Slim Shady

Hi! My name is (what?)
Excuse me, (my name is) (who? My name is)
Slim Shady
Can I get the attention of the class (huh my name is, what my name is)
For one second My name is (My name is Slim Shady)

Hi kids! Do you like violence? (Yeah yeah yeah!)
Wanna see me stick Nine inch Nails, through each one of my eyelids? (Uh-huh!)
Wanna copy me and do exactly like I did? (Yeah yeah!)
Try 'cid and get ****ed up worse that my life is? (Huh?)
My brain's dead weight, I'm tryin' to get my head straight
But I can't figure out which Spice Girl I want to impregnate (Oh)
And Dr. Dre said, "Slim Shady you a base-head!" Uh-uh!
"So why's your face red? Man you wasted!"
Well since age twelve, I've felt like I'm someone else
'Cause I hung my original self from the top bunk with a belt
Got pissed off and ripped Pamela Lee's **** off
And smacked her so hard I knocked her clothes backwards like Kris Kross
I smoke a fat pound of grass and fall on my ***, faster than a fat *****
Who sat down too fast
C'mere slut! (Shady, wait a minute, that's my girl dog!)
I don't give a ****, God sent me to piss the world off!

Hi! My name is (what?)
My name is (who?)
My name is
Slim Shady
Hi! My name is (huh?)
My name is (what?)
My name is
Slim Shady

Hi! My name is (what?)
My name is (who?)
My name is
Slim Shady
Hi! My name is (huh?)
My name is (what?)
My name is
Slim Shady

My English teacher wanted to flunk me in Junior High
Thanks a lot next semester I'll be thirty five
I smacked him in his face with an eraser,
Chased him with a stapler
Stapled his nuts to a stack of papers (Ow!)
Walked in the strip club, had my jacket zipped up
Flashed the bartender, then stuck my **** in the tip cup
Extraterrestrial, running over pedestrians in a space ship
While they screamin' at me "Let's just be friends!"
Ninety-nine percent of my life I was lied to
I just found out my mom does more dope than I do (Damn!)
I told her I'd grow up to be a famous rapper
Make a record about doin' drugs and name it after her (Oh thank you!)
You know you blew up when the women rush your stands
Try to touch your hands like some screamin' Usher fans (Ahh!)
This guy at White Castle asked for my autograph (Dude, can I get your autograph?)
So I signed it, "Dear Dave, thanks for the support, *******!"

Hi! My name is (huh?)
My name is (who?)
My name is
Slim Shady
Hi! My name is (what?)
My name is (who?)
My name is
Slim Shady

Hi! My name is (huh?)
My name is (who?)
My name is
Slim Shady
Hi! My name is (what?)
My name is (who?)
My name is
Slim Shady

Stop the tape! This kid needs to be locked away! (Get him!)
Dr. Dre, don't just stand there, operate!
I'm not ready to leave, it's too scary to die (**** that!)
I'll have to be carried inside the cemetery and buried alive
(Huh yup!) Am I comin' or goin'?
I can barely decide
I just drank a fifth of vodka,
Dare me to drive? (Go ahead) all my life I was very deprived
I ain't had a woman in years, and my palms are too hairy to hide
(Whoops!) Clothes ripped like the Incredible Hulk
I spit when I talk, I'll **** anything that walks (C'mere)
When I was little I used to get so hungry I would throw fits
How you gonna breast feed me Mom? You ain't got not ****!
I lay awake and strap myself in the bed
Put a bulletproof vest on and shoot myself in the head (Bang!)
I'm steamin' mad (Argh!) And by the way when you see my dad? (Yeah?)
Tell him that I slit his throat, in this dream I had

Hi! My name is (what?)
My name is (who?)
My name is
Slim Shady
Hi! My name is (huh?)
My name is (what?)
My name is
Slim Shady

Hi! My name is (who?)
My name is (huh?)
My name is
Slim Shady
Hi! My name is (huh?)
My name is (who?)
My name is
Slim Shady

Stan (directors cut video cd-rom)

length: 8:08
producer: The 45 King
lead vocals: Eminem and Dido
mixer: Eminem and Richard “Segal” Huredia
recording engineer: Richard “Segal” Huredia
guitar: Sean Cruse
spoken vocals: Dido, Eminem and Devon Sawa
co-producer: Eminem
bass guitar: Mike Elizondo
visual appearances: Eminem, Dido and Devon Sawa
was directed by: Dr. Dre
writer: Paul Herman, Dido, Eminem