No One’s Iller lyrics

Artist  : Eminem 
Song : No One’s Iller



 Send "No One’s Iller" Ringtone to your Cell 

 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’ll all be gray,
But your picture on my wall
It reminds me, that it’s not so bad,
It’s not so bad..

1st chorus: volume gradually grows over raindrop
background
2nd chorus: full volume with beat right after
"thunder" noise

[eminem as ’stan’]
Dear slim, I wrote 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-a
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; f**k 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 bit*h who
didn’t want him
I know you probably hear this everyday, but I’m
your biggest fan
I even got the underground sh*t that you did with
skam
I got a room full of your posters and your
pictures man
I like the sh*t you did with rawkus too, that
sh*t was fat
Anyways, I hope you get this man, hit me back,
Just to chat, truly yours, your biggest fan
This is stan

{chorus: dido}

[eminem as ’stan’]
Dear slim, you still ain’t called or wrote, I
hope you have a chance
I ain’t mad - I just think it’s f**ked up you
don’t answer fans
If you didn’t wanna 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 blistering cold for you,
Four hours and you just said, "no."
That’s pretty shitty man - you’re like his
f**kin 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 saying in your
songs
So when I have a shitty day, I drift away and put
’em on
Cause I don’t really got sh*t else so that sh*t
helps when I’m depressed
I even got a tattoo of 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}

[eminem as ’stan’]
Dear
mister-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 sending you, I hope
you hear it
I’m in the car right now, I’m doing 90 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 drowning
But didn’t, then phil saw it all, then at a a
show he found him? 
That’s kinda how this is, you coulda rescued me
from drowning
Now it’s too late - I’m on a 1000 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 love 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; {*screaming*} shut up bit*h! 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’m I supposed to send
this sh*t out? 
{*car tires squeal*} {*crash*}
.. {*brief silence*} .. {*loud splash*}

{chorus: dido}

[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 the starter cap
I’m sorry I didn’t see you at the show, I
musta missed you
Don’t think I did that sh*t intentionally just
to diss you
But what’s this sh*t you said about you like to
cut your wrists too? 
I say that sh*t just clownin dogg,
C’mon - how f**ked up is you? 
You got some issues stan, I think you need some
counseling
To help your as* from bouncing off the walls when
you get down some
And what’s this sh*t 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 sh*t 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, his name was.. it was you
Damn!

We’ll lyrically blast...