I'm friends with a monster that's under my bed Get a long with the voices inside of my head You trying to save me, stop holding your breath And you think I'm crazy, yeah, you think I'm crazy[Verse 1: Eminem]I wanted the fame, but not the cover of NewsweekOh well, guess beggers can't be chooseyWanted to receive attention for my musicWanted to be left alone, public excuse meBeen wanting my cake, I need it too, wanting it both waysFame may be a balloon cause my ego inflatedWhen I blew seep it was confusingCause all I wanted to do is be the [bad word] Lee of loose leafAbused ink, used it as a tool when I blew steamHit the lottery, oh weeWith what I gave up to get was bittersweetIt was like winning a huge meetIronic cause I think I'm getting so big I need a shrinkI'm beginning to lose sleep: one sheep, two sheepGoing cucko and cuckier as Kool KeithBut I'm actually weirder than you thinkCause I'm[Hook]I'm friends with a monster that's under my bedGet a long with the voices inside of my headYou trying to save me, stop holding your breathAnd you think I'm crazy, yeah, you think I'm crazyWell, that's not fairWell, that's not fair[Verse 2: Eminem]Now I ain't much of a poetBut I know somebody once told me to seize the momentAnd don't squander itCause you never know when it could all be over[?] so I keep conjuringSometimes I wonder where these thoughts spawn from(Yeah, ponder itDo you wonder there's no wonder you're losing your mind the way you're brought up?)I think you've been wandering off down your [?] and stumbled upon Jeff [?]Cause I needed an intervention in this to intervene between me and this monsterAnd save me from myself and all this conflictCause the very things that I love is killing me and I can't conquer itMy OCD is [?] me in the headKeep knocking, nobody's home, I'm sleepwalkingI'm just relaying what the voice of my head sayingDon't shoot the messenger, I'm just friends with the[Hook][Verse 3: Eminem]Call me crazy, but I had this visionOne day that I'd walk amongst you regular civiliansBut until then [bad word] get killed [bad word] straight atEmcees, blood get spilled and ITake it back to the days that I get on a Dre trackGive every kid who got played gatPumped the villian and [bad word] that say backTo the kids who played 'emI ain't here to save the [bad word] childrenBut if one kid out of a hundred millionWho are going through a [bad word] feels and relates that's greatIt's payback, [?] falling way backIn the draft, turn nothing into something, still can make thatStraw in the gold chump I will spend[?] in a hay stackMaybe I need a straightjacket, face factsI am nuts for real, but I'm okay with thatIt's nothing, I'm still friends with a..