Dear Stan - Cam'Ron

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

Frostbitten nose

Waiting in the blistering cold

For a quarter, and I just said no…

But to diss me, you never had the right

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

What’d he do?

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 Drayton, 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