Dear Eminem

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