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Stan
without me
Cleaning out my Closet
Lose Yourself
Sing for the Moment

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'd all be grey, but 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 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 have got 'em
It 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 out to be a father
If I have a daughter, guess what I'm-a call her? I'm-a
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 ScamZ.

I got a room full of your posters and your pictures, man.
I like the shit you did with Ruckus 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.

Dear Slim, you still ain't called or wrote, I hope you have
the chance.
I ain't mad, I just think it's fucked up you don't answer
fans.
If you didn't want to talk to me outside your concert You
didn't have to
but you could have signed an autograph for Matthew.
That's my little brother, man. He's only 6 years old.
We waited in the blistering cold for you for 4 hours and ya
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, but I just don't like bein' lied to.
Remember when we met in Denver, you said if I 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 sayin' 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 with 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
growing up.
You've gotta call me man. I'll be the biggest fan you'll ever
lose.
Sincerely yours, Stan. PS: We should be together too.

Dear Mr. "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, ya dare me to drive?"
You know that song by Phil Collins from "The Air In The
Night"?
About that guy who could have saved that other guy from
drowning?
But didn't? Then Phil saw it all then at his show he found
him?
That's kinda how this is. You could have 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 o' your pictures off the wall.
I love you Slim, we could have 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 conscious eats at you and you can't breathe
without me.
See Slim, {screaming} shut up bitch, I'm trying to talk
Hey Slim, that's my girlfriend screaming 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 am I supposed to send this shit out?

{screeching tires, crashing sounds, car splashes into the
water}

Dear Stan, I meant to write you sooner, but I've 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
your Starter cap.

I'm sorry I didn't see you at the show, I must have missed
you.
Don't think I did that shit intentionally, just to diss you.
And what's this shit you said about you like to cut your
wrists too?
I say that shit just clownin' dawg, c'mon, how fucked up is
you?
You got some issues, Stan, I think you need some
counselin'
To help your ass from bouncin' 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'd be doin' just
fine
If you'd relax a little. I'm glad that 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 it didn't say who it
was to
Come to think about it...his name was...it was you.
DAMN!

Without Me

[Obie Trice] "Obie Trice, Real Name No
Gimmicks..."
[Beat Changes]

[Eminem] Two trailer park girls go round the
outside, round the outside, round the outside. Two
trailer park girls go round the outside, round the
outside, round the outside.

[Female Voice] "Ooooohhhhh!"

[Eminem] Guess who's back, back again Shady's
back, tell a friend Guess who's back, guess who's
back, guess who's back, guess who's back, guess
who's back, guess who's back,
guess who's back...

Verse 1: I've created a monster, cuz nobody wants
to See Marshall no more they want Shady I'm
chopped liver Well if you want Shady, then this is
what I'll give ya A little bit of weed mixed with
some hard liquor Some vodka that will jumpstart my
heart quicker Then a shock when I get shocked at
the hospital By the Dr. when I'm not cooperating
When I'm rocking the table while he's
operating "Hey" You waited this long to stop
debating Cuz I'm back, I'm on the rag and
ovulating I know you got a job Ms. Cheney But your
husbands heart problem is complicated So the FCC
won't let me be Or let me be me so let me see They
tried to shut me down on MTV But it feels so empty
without me So come on dip, bum on your lips Fuck
that cum on your lips and some on your tits And
get ready cuz this shit's about to get heavy I
just settled all my lawsuits, "Fuck you Debbie!"

Chorus:
Now this looks like a job for me So everybody just
follow me Cuz we need a little controversy, Cuz it
feels so empty without me

I said this looks like a job for me So everybody
just follow me Cuz we need a little controversy,
Cuz it feels so empty without me

Verse 2:
Little hellions, kids feeling rebellious
Embarrassed, their parents still listen to Elvis
They start feeling like prison is helpless, Til
someone comes along on a mission and yells "bitch"
A visionary, vision is scary, could start a
revolution, Pollutin' the air waves a rebel So let
me just revel and bask, In the fact that I got
everyone kissing my ass And it's a disaster such a
catastrophe For you to see so damn much of my ass
you ask for me? Well I'm back (*Batman Noise*) fix
your bent antenna Tune it in and then I'm gonna
enter Into the front of your skin like a splinter
The center of attention back for the winter I'm
interesting, the best thing since wrestling
Infesting in your kids ears and nesting
Testing "Attention Please" Feel the tension soon
as someone mentions me Here's my 10 cents my 2
cents is free A nuisance, who sent, you sent for
me?

(Chorus 2x)

Verse 3:
A tisk-it a task-it, I go tit for tat with anybody
who's talking this shit that shit Chris
Kirkpatrick, you can get your ass kicked Worse
than them little Limp Bizkit bastards, And Moby,
you can get stomped by Obie, You 36 year old bald
headed fag blow me You don't know me, you're too
old Let go, it's over, nobody listens to techno
Now lets go, just give me the signal I will be
there with a whole list full of new insults I've
been dope, suspenseful with a pencil Ever since
Prince turned himself into a symbol But sometimes
the shit just seems, Everybody only wants to
discuss me So this means I'm disgusting, But its
just me I'm just obscene Though I'm not the first
king of controversy I am the worst thing since
Elvis Presley, To do Black Music so selfishly And
use it to get myself wealthy (Hey) There's a
concept that works 20 million other white rappers
emerge But no matter how many fish in the sea
It'll be so empty without me

(Chorus 2x)

Hum dei la la la, la la la la la, la la la la la,
la la la la Hum dei la la la, la la la la la, la
la la la la, la la la la

"Kids!"

Cleanin' Out My Closet

Have you ever been hated or discriminated against?
I have, I've been protested and demonstrated
against. / Picket signs for my wicked rhymes. Look
at the times. Sick is the mind of the motha
fuckin' kid that's behind / all this commotion.
Emotions run deep as ocean's explodin.' Tempers
flaring from parents, just blow 'em off and keep
goin.' / Not takin' nothin' from no one, give 'em
hell long as I'm breathin.' Keep kickin' ass in
the mornin,' an' takin' names in the evening. /
Leavem with a taste as sour as vinegar in they
mouth. See, they can trigger me but they never
figure me out. / Look at me now, I bet ya probably
sick of me now. Ain't you mama, I'ma make you look
so ridiculous now.

I'm sorry, Mama. I never meant to hurt you. I
never meant to make you cry, but tonight I'm
cleanin' out my closet.

I got some skeletons in my closet and I don't know
if no one knows it. So before they thrown me
inside my coffin and close it, / I'ma expose it.
I'll take you back to 73 before I ever had a multi-
platinum sellin' CD. / I was a baby, maybe I was
just a couple of months. My faggot father must
have had his panties up in a bunch, / cuz he
split. I wonder if he even kissed me goodbye. No,
I don't on second thought, I just fuckin' wished
he would die. / I look at Hailie and I couldn't
picture leavin' her side. Even if I hated Kim, I
grit my teeth and I'd try / to make it work with
her at least for Hailie's sake. I maybe made some
mistakes but I'm only human. But I'm man enough to
face them today. / What I did was stupid, no doubt
it was dumb, but the smartest shit I did was take
them bullets out of that gun. / Cuz id'a
killed 'em, shit I would have shot Kim an' him
both. It's my life, I'd like to welcome y'all to
The Eminem Show.

Chorus 2X

Now I would never dis my own mama just to get
recognition. Take a second to listen for you think
this record is dissin,' / But put yourself in my
position. Just try to envision witnessin' your
Mama poppin' prescription pills in the kitchen, /
bitchin' that someone's always goin' throuh her
purse and shits missin.' Going through public
housing systems, victim of Munchausen's syndrome.
My whole life I was made to believe I was sick
when I wasn't 'til I grew up, now I blew up. It
makes you sick to ya stomach, / doesn't it? Wasn't
it the reason you made that CD for me, Ma? So you
could try to justify the way you treated me, Ma? /
But guess what, yer gettin' older now and it's
cold when your lonely. An' Nathan's getting' up so
quick, he's gonna know that your phoney. / And
Hailie's getting' so big now, you should see her,
she's beautiful. But you'll never see her, she
won't even be at your funeral. / See what hurts me
the most is you won't admit you was wrong. Bitch,
do ya song. Keep tellin' yourself that you was a
mom. / But how dare you try to take what you
didn't help me to get. You selfish bitch, I hope
you fuckin' burn in hell for this shit. / Remember
when Ronnie died and you said you wished it was
me? Well, guess what, I am dead. Dead to you as
can be.

Chorus 4X

Lose Yourself

Look, if you had one shot, one opportunity
To seize everything you ever wanted-One moment
Would you capture it or just let it slip?

His palms are sweaty, knees weak, arms are heavy
There's vomit on his sweater already, mom's
spaghetti
He's nervous, but on the surface he looks calm
and ready
To drop bombs, but he keeps on forgettin
What he wrote down, the whole crowd goes so loud
He opens his mouth, but the words won't come out
He's chokin, how everybody's jokin now
The clock's run out, time's up over, bloah!
Snap back to reality, Oh there goes gravity
Oh, there goes Rabbit, he choked
He's so mad, but he won't give up that
Is he? No
He won't have it , he knows his whole back city's
ropes
It don't matter, he's dope
He knows that, but he's broke
He's so stacked that he knows
When he goes back to his mobile home, that's when
It's back to the lab again yo
This whole rap shit
He better go capture this moment and hope it
don't pass him

[Hook:]
You better lose yourself in the music, the moment
You own it, you better never let it go
You only get one shot, do not miss your chance to
blow This opportunity comes once
in a lifetime yo

The soul's escaping, through this hole that it's
gaping this world is mine for the taking
Make me king, as we move toward a, new world
order
A normal life is borin, but superstardom's close
to post mortar
It only grows harder, only grows hotter
He blows us all over these hoes is all on him
Coast to coast shows, he's know as the
globetrotter
Lonely roads, God only knows
He's grown farther from home, he's no father
He goes home and barely knows his own daughter
But hold your nose cuz here goes the cold water
His hoes don't want him no mo, he's cold product
They moved on to the next schmoe who flows
He nose dove and sold nada
So the soap opera is told and unfolds
I suppose it's old potna, but the beat goes on
Da da dum da dum da da

[Hook]

No more games, I'ma change what you call rage
Tear this mothafuckin roof off like 2 dogs caged
I was playin in the beginnin, the mood all
changed
I been chewed up and spit out and booed off stage
But I kept rhymin and stepwritin the next cypher
Best believe somebody's payin the pied piper
All the pain inside amplified by the fact
That I can't get by with my 9 to 5
And I can't provide the right type
of life for my family
Cuz man, these goddam food stamps don't buy
diapers and it's no movie, there's no Mekhi
Phifer, this is my life
And these times are so hard and it's getting even
harder
Tryin to feed and water my seed, plus
See dishonor caught up bein a father and a prima
donna
Baby mama drama's screamin on and
Too much for me to wanna
Stay in one spot, another jam or not
Has gotten me to the point, I'm like a snail
I've got to formulate a plot fore I end up in
jail or shot
Success is my only mothafuckin option, failure's
not Mom, I love you, but this trail has got to go
I cannot grow old in Salem's lot
So here I go is my shot.
Feet fail me not cuz maybe the only opportunity
that I got

[Hook]

You can do anything you set your mind to, man

Sing for the Moment

These ideas are nightmares to white parents
Whose worst fear is a child with dyed hair and
who likes earrings
Like whatever they say has no bearing, it's so
scary in a house that allows
no swearing
To see him walking around with his headphones
blaring
Alone in his own zone, cold and he don't care
He's a problem child
And what bothers him all comes out, when he talks
about
His fuckin' dad walkin' out
Cause he just hates him so bad that he blocks him
out
If he ever saw him again he'd probably knock him
out
His thoughts are whacked, he's mad so he's
talkin' back
Talkin' black, brainwashed from rock and rap
He sags his pants, do-rags and a stocking cap
His step-father hit him, so he socked him back,
and broke his nose
His house is a broken home, there's no control,
he just let's his emotions
go...

[Chorus]
{C'mon}, sing with me, {sing}, sing for the years
{Sing it}, sing for the laughter, sing for the
tears, {c'mon)
Sing it with me, just for today, maybe tomorrow
the good Lord will take you
away...

Entertainment is changin', intertwinin' with
gangsta's
In the land of the killers, a sinner's mind is a
sanctum
Holy or unholy, only have one homie
Only this gun, lonely cause don't anyone know me
Yet everybody just feels like they can relate, I
guess words are a
mothafucka they can be great
Or they can degrate, or even worse they can teach
hate
It's like these kids hang on every single
statement we make
Like they worship us, plus all the stores ship us
platinum
Now how the fuck did this metamorphosis happen
From standin' on corners and porches just rappin'
To havin' a fortune, no more kissin' ass
But then these critics crucify you, journalists
try to burn you
Fans turn on you, attorneys all want a turn at you
To get they hands on every dime you have, they
want you to lose your mind
every time you mad
So they can try to make you out to look like a
loose cannon
Any dispute won't hesitate to produce handguns
That's why these prosecutors wanna convict me,
strictly just to get me off
of these streets quickly
But all they kids be listenin' to me religiously,
so i'm signin' cd's while
police fingerprint me
They're for the judge's daughter but his grudge
is against me
If i'm such a fuckin' menace, this shit doesn't
make sense B
It's all political, if my music is literal, and
I'm a criminal how the fuck
can I raise a little girl
I couldn't, I wouldn't be fit to, you're full of
shit too, Guerrera, that
was a fist that hit you...

[CHORUS]

They say music can alter moods and talk to you
Well can it load a gun up for you , and cock it
too
Well if it can, then the next time you assault a
dude
Just tell the judge it was my fault and i'll get
sued
See what these kids do is hear about us totin'
pistols
And they want to get one cause they think the
shit's cool
Not knowin' we really just protectin' ourselves,
we entertainers
Of course the shit's affectin' our sales, you
ignoramus
But music is reflection of self, we just explain
it, and then we get our
checks in the mail
It's fucked up ain't it
How we can come from practically nothing to being
able to have any fuckin'
thing that we wanted
That's why we sing for these kids, who don't have
a thing
Except for a dream, and a fuckin' rap magazine
Who post pin-up pictures on their walls all day
long
Idolize they favorite rappers and know all their
songs
Or for anyone who's ever been through shit in
their lives
Till they sit and they cry at night wishin'
they'd die
Till they throw on a rap record and they sit, and
they vibe
We're nothin' to you but we're the fuckin' shit
in they eyes
That's why we seize the moment try to freeze it
and own it, squeeze it and
hold it
Cause we consider these minutes golden
And maybe they'll admit it when we're gone
Just let our spirits live on, through our lyrics
that you hear in our
songs and we can...

[CHORUS X2]

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