Dear Eminem Lyrics

Dear Eminem, Eminem

Dear Eminem, Eminem

Dear Eminem, Eminem

Dear Eminem, Eminem

Dear Eminem, Eminem

Dear Eminem, Eminem

Dear Em

Hi!

My name is…

Dave

Where do I begin?

I’ve written and re-written this

Over and over again in my head

But what does One say to the one and only Eminem

I’ve lost count, of all the tears that I have shed

With each and every word of yours that related

Could have written this note with a pen

Or scribbled it on a piece of loose leaf

Gotten mad when you didn’t write back

And took the same route like Stan

Damn, I'm a fan

But the extent of what you've meant

Is much more to me

Slim, I'm gonna switch it up

To a language meant more for us

Kendrick and the rest of the ten percent, Dear Em

Dear Eminem, Eminem

Dear Eminem, Eminem

Dear Eminem, Eminem

Dear Eminem, Eminem

Dear Eminem, Eminem

Dear Eminem, Eminem

Okay, let me tell you

When I first heard the Slim Shady EP

I couldn't understand how anybody felt you

Being a Puerto Rican from New York

I thought

That these white kids were like crazy, Bellevue!

(Do you like violets?)

I was like… Dr. Dre who's your new patient he look a lil pasty

Bleached blonde hair

With a bigger wigger swag that a bigger nigga wish he coulda had

When I first took my first look at you I mistook you for a halfway crook

Here to try to put a stick up Hip-Hop

But you picked up the ball left by Big and 2Pac

Mister Mathers

Here's a letter in a method never sent rather

I only drank half a fifth with the kids in the van, sir does that matter

Nahh, I’m lying

But there wass this trip to Denver

Back in 2002 when you cleaned out your closet, dude

I felt you, bro, with every verse of hurt, that you belted, yo

Dear Em, Mr. Mathers, Slim, Marshall thank you

Dear Eminem, dear Eminem, dear Eminem

Come on kids, take it away!

Dear Eminem, Eminem

Dear Eminem, Eminem

Dear Eminem, Eminem

Dear Eminem, Eminem

Dear Eminem, Eminem

Dear Eminem, Eminem

Dear Em

I don't worship you and, I'm not your biggest fan

So I won’t stake claim to that status, man

As a matter of fact (shit)

I'm 34 almost 35

A grown man rapping to another grown man sick

God dammit, reality is though

Marshall, you saved my life

More than once I, felt lost inside

Owe much to your angst

All the pain aimed at your mom and dad

I think it took me up til today to say thanks and

To get over my own past, so, thanks

I’m here at home bumping this beat writing in the zone

Wonderin if you will ever get the chance to listen to my soul

Peace

Sincerely

Q