Dear Slim I never wrote you or been callin

My name ain't Stan son, nah we've never met and

My name's KJ let me begin by introducing now

Myself to you and these very reasons I'll be writin

Why I took the time, the who what where and why and

The purpose of my verse, the reasons I'm reciting

What I hope your learnin from the truth I pray your finding

And every word I'm writin down upon the dotted lines and

See I heard ya first album, was called Infinite

I shook my head cause nowadays you soundin different

What drove ya take your whole persona and be flippin it now

What makes a man totally change see I ain't getting it

See was you sick of getting booed when you was rippin it

And sick of never havin dough and you your wanted to put an end to it

What good's all kinds of dough

Plus all kinds of flow

To gain a world of fans but suffer the loss of soul



CHORUS

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To whom it may concern x4



Dear Slim I never wrote you or been calling

This is my 2nd letter cause see son I gots a real problem

It's that to you that I'm always catching these comparisons

And after shows I got these people coming up to me sayin

You sound like Slim Shady son you sound like Eminem

And I be like now really man, do I gots to go through this again

See I used to get mad and sick of people saying that

Till at this one show this one day I met this one cat

He told me how he used to listen to you but now he listens to me

Had your LP but threw it out and bought my CD

I'm like for real he's like yeah he said my music made a difference

It got him away from all your words and images

I gotta mention this, now what about the effects you have on kids

You ever stop to think about th