Dear Stan, I meant to write you sooner but I've just been depressed
You said you and your wife are divorced, man that makes me stressed
Look, I'm really flattered you would call your daughter that
and here's an autograph for your little brother, Matt
I wrote it on the Mummy, it's on the back
I'm sorry I didn't see you at the premiere, I must've missed you
Don't think I did that shit on purpose just to diss you
But what's that shit you said about you fuck your own shit up
I say, that shit isn't cool man, how fucked up is you?
You shit is pretty fucked up, Stan; I think you need some counseling
To help your shit get unfucked when you get down some
And what's this shit about we should be together?
That's the type of shit that'll make not want us to meet each other
I really think you and your ex wife need each other
Maybe you just need to be more alpha
I hope you get to read this letter; I just hope it reaches you in time
Before you hurt yourself, and I hope your Mom is doin just fine
Just relax a little, I hope your shit gets unfucked
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 fuck up some crazy shit
I seen this one shit in the news the other day that made me sick
Some dude was drunk and tied his mom up in the kitchen
And in the kitchen they found a letter but it didn't say who it was to
Come to think about it, his name was, it was you
JUST