Dear Stan

Dear Stan, I gotta let this pen cross the line You took too much ecstasy, I see you lost your mind You forgotten where you're really from, you're really a bum On top of that, you're silly and dumb But I was nice to you, a real brother instead Hung out with you on mothers day, because your mother's dead I got stuff to yell about, to tell about How I had to swell your mouth, diss me to get on? Well, i'll help you out I don't know if you'll make it as a rapper, we all seen Belly You're a very good actor But you wasn't acting, that's your real life, dunn dunn You gonna get killed, and you was DMX' son son But where's your money? You wanna start that bad? You spent it all on Branson, a ho, and Harlem cabs? Come on, eat at my house No, Stanley. not the floor, sleep on the couch Your wife, you was eating her out I fucked her I don't know why, she's a deuce Maybe Stanley's mad, because I wouldn't buy him a loosie He had them blistering toes Frost bitten nose Waiting in the blistering cold For a quarter, and I just said no... But to diss me, you never had to write Everyone in Harlem knows you've never had a fight You're not top dog, you're not hard, you're not god You're the type to get the work, fuck it up, come back, and say I got robbed :(I took little orphan Stanley out the outreach, even let him go to the super bowl in south beach Take the car, Stan, whip the whip. get car jacked and pistol whipped Fuck em I ain't gonna bother, Stan Because I father'd Stan Maybe I let him know now I'm YOUR FATHER Stan Call em tampax, pussy needs tampons Remember how they used to call you little Stan'ron, fam'ron? You'll get slapped in your cheek I stopped fucking with you You couldn't rap to the beat Man, you couldn't do an album cut Rest in peace, you fucked my man Big L's album up Forgive him, L It's a pity tho, I mean, that verse was real shitty yo Rocking on Jim Jones' jewels in the video? Stanley's dreining, I think you need to think about it You gonna get hit with clips, I hope you dream about it And when you dream, I hope you can't sleep, and you scream about it And when you scream, you gonna yell that team Dips about it See, Stan. I'm getting tired of this pen And even you diss, I'm not writing you again Because you need some help, plus your shit is trash You're a young buck, why don't you go and get some ass and relax a little? See, Stan. this is the end And don't come to 40th EVER EVER EVER EVER EVER EVER EVER EVER again Faggot