🎵 U Can’t Do Me // by TerribleTune

2 Contributors U Can’t Do Me Lyrics In the album “THE 425 BODY BAG MIXTAPE” by TerribleTune makes an alternate reality for the character Stan, where Stan lived because of Canibus and is still with him. This builds off of Eminem’s "Stan” and… Read More  [Chorus: TerribleTune] You wrote a letter back to the man, and yet it arrived in my own hands Was that the plan Probably not, but never mind, now we have to talk You wrote a letter back to the man, and yet it arrived in my own hands Was that the plan Probably not, but never mind, now we have to talk [Verse 1: TerribleTune] Yo, Stan, this isn't Em Dissing him just because he missed your margin? I'm sorry about your lady, and her baby in the engine I like Canibus and Eminem both, but why diss one or the other? Didn't you learn from your mother Guess seeing true Hollywood made you forget about your little brother No worries, I don't wanna diss you either way I just don't want to see your skin on top of a tray Come on, hombre, I get you want your rap on display But seeing what you wrote ain't gonna work at the end of the day I ain't big, but I forgot you exist Not trying to dismiss your baby girls are missed But even Twisted and I saw the body in the mist You ain't modest, especially since you're fatherless Nonetheless, this is just a guess [Chorus: TerribleTune] You wrote a letter back to the man, and yet it arrived in my own hands Was that the plan Probably not, but never mind, now we have to talk You wrote a letter back to the man, and yet it arrived in my own hands Was that the plan Probably not, but never mind, now we have to talk [Verse 2: TerribleTune] I know you saw Diaz in the lake, but you know what, hell, I'm gonna give him a break Why do you want to make? I know this is kinda heart-cracking But killing your daughter is the reason he stays strapping I have no gun, but I'd rather be a father to a son Than be without anyone But what you did, you know it can't be undone Thank you for the confession I won't use it, but it's in my head I don't like to see your girl being crushed in, thinking of her eye as a popped button Ruins my vision Hard to think that this ain't fiction I ain't saying I'm a saint But I don't kill people just because of the rain Dawg, beware what you say, this ain't finger paint Even Germaine couldn't keep you maintained [Chorus: TerribleTune] You wrote a letter back to the man, and yet it arrived in my own hands Was that the plan Probably not, but never mind, now we have to talk You wrote a letter back to the man, and yet it arrived in my own hands Was that the plan Probably not, but never mind, now we have to talk [Verse 3: TerribleTune] I know you got 50 stitches for your wounds, but I'm surprised they helped you with your girl, near the moon I'm sorry about me sounding crude That's not who I am, that's mainly him But you walked away with a bruise, while Bonnie and Diane didn't get to leave the room You dissing Slim just because you know it's true Man, you're screwed up, I'll have you in a queue, while you're sitting over there chewing on that fucking blue I get you wanna be like Em But listen to me, when I say you ain't his gem Even Canibus had to call the ambulance When I saw the news, I saw the fucking ignorance I wish I was there, I could have given you a hand But now look at you, you are a different Stan But never mind, I wonder if I could have helped your lifespan Never mind, at this point I'm deadpan Was this shit urban Seems like Matthew over here is causing a disturbance He misses you, bro Haven't you heard of it He still thinks his bro is gonna fucking plummet All over the news is what we saw with the booze You were his idol, but yet you went full throttle Fuck it, now I wish you had finished the bottle You don't deserve to be coddled, you don't even deserve a couple Now I sound like you, but I got shit to lose So you might want to run before I make you a noose [Chorus: TerribleTune] You wrote a letter back to the man, and yet it arrived in my own hands Was that the plan Probably not, but never mind, now we have to talk You wrote a letter back to the man, and yet it arrived in my own hands Was that the plan Probably not, but never mind, now we have to talk [Outro] You wrote a letter back to the man, and yet it arrived in my own hands Was that the plan? Probably not, but never mind, now we have to talk