Dear Slim,  My favorite icon put the bong and the knife down  I'm sick of the songs about strapping your mom and your ex-wife down  To a nuclear bomb and dropping them on Saddam  Killing all the muses you use in almost all of your songs  Except those songs about Slim the Hip-Hoppian God  They make it seem you don't respect rappers like Biggie and Pac  Who if it weren't for them you be out of a job  Or flipping burgers with Ronald McDonald and not leading your mob  But the Blob's offensive, run and jumping the fences  And burying politicians in pop culture trenches  Dude, have some humility, oops responsibility, oops accountability, oops I said humility  Your face has covered worse magazines  Than the artists and politicians you've mocked on every CD release  Ooh, how cool; you've proved you lack tact in your songs  In fact, you've grown up to act just like your mom    If y'all represent the truth and America's youth  Act like a leader we could actually use  You're a celebrity now, oh no, look what you did  You're America's role model but deny that you're it    Come on, come on, let's stand together as one    I ain't yelling about selling my soul, going to hell and back for platinum  Or gold to show the world is a gullible globe  Although, I can't respect the coalition of politicians signing petitions  Fearing Eminem's mission to bitch  When it's his right to taunt if he wants to fight  Even if you're frightened of what he might want to write  You're sworn to defend men, who offend men  Just because you believe in the first amendment  Even if it's illogical angst and vengeance  So defend your senses, but cleanse your dirty lenses  The law's written to both conservatives and leftists  It says Vanilla Ice Preservatives can be sexist    If y'all represent the truth and America's youth  Act like the leaders we could actually use  You're politicians now, oh no, look what you did  You're America's role models but deny art from our kids    Come on, come on, let's stand together as one    Censoring, the denial of actual words or factual things declared obscene  But molesting archdiocese, disease,  Dead people in the streets from shooting sprees, epidemics  Paramedics clearing debris here and overseas aren't banned from TV  But yell shit, goddamn, or fuck hear three individual bleeps  A word's a word, let it be heard and learned  It's not the individual words but the order that hurts  Come on, come on, let's stand together as one  Come on, come on, stop threatening to censor our thoughts  And you'll get the response you want from now on  Come on, come on