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conversations.value: Write me a song called Stan with the following description: In this song, Eminem corresponds with a crazed fan who becomes increasingly unhinged as the story progresses. This is one of his most well-received singles and was listed at #15 on VH1’s Top 100 Hip Hop Songs of All Time.
  Eminem intended for this song to be a message to fans who had written him disturbing letters indicating that they had taken The Slim Shady LP’s violent lyrics seriously. Another reason Em wrote this was to “make the critics who were saying things about [him] feel stupid.” His aim was to disprove those who felt he lacked talent and relied on shock value.
  This song has cemented itself in history, with “Stan” being entered into the Oxford Dictionary as an informal noun. It is generally considered to be a portmanteau of “stalker” and “fan,” but Oxford defines the term as:
  An overzealous or obsessive fan of a particular celebrity.
  In a 2011 Shade 45 appearance, Em revealed that:
  There was a verse where [Stan] got out of the water. He escaped and came to my house to kill me. Then I had to kill him first, [but] I missed him, and he was in the hospital for like three weeks. Then he was pissed off that I didn’t write him get-well cards, so he came to kill me again, and in the last verse finally I just blew his head off.
  In 2013, Eminem released a follow-up in the form of “Bad Guy,” wherein Stan’s younger brother Matthew avenges his brother’s death. Make sure the lyrics are different from the original song.
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conversations.value: [Produced by DJ Mark the 45 King]
  [Intro: 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'd all be grey
  But your picture on my wall
  It reminds me that it's not so bad, it's not so bad
  [Chorus: 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'd all be grey
  But your picture on my wall
  It reminds me that it's not so bad, it's not so bad
  [Verse 1: Eminem]
  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've 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 every day, 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 phat
  Anyways, I hope you get this, man, hit me back
  Just to chat, truly yours, your biggest fan, this is Stan [Chorus: 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'd all be grey
  But your picture on my wall
  It reminds me that it's not so bad, it's not so bad
  [Verse 2: Eminem]
  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 want to 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 blisterin' cold for you, for 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 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 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: 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'd all be grey
  But your picture on my wall
  It reminds me that it's not so bad, it's not so bad
  [Verse 3: Eminem]
  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 sendin' you, I hope you hear it
  I'm in the car right now, I'm doin' ninety 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 drownin'
  But didn't, then Phil saw it all, then at a show he found him?
  That's kinda how this is: you coulda rescued me from drownin'
  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 loved 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, 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 am I supposed to send this shit out?! [Chorus: 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'd all be grey
  But your picture on my wall
  It reminds me that it's not so bad, it's not so bad
  [Verse 4: 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 a Starter cap
  I'm sorry I didn't see you at the show, I must've 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', dawg, come on, 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'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 it, his name was—it was you
  Damn...