[Hook: Rihanna]

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 Newsweek
 Oh well, guess beggers can’t be choosey
 Wanted to receive attention for my music
 Wanted to be left alone, public excuse me
 Been wanting my cake, I need it too, wanting it both ways
 Fame may be a balloon cause my ego inflated
 When I blew seep it was confusing
 Cause all I wanted to do is be the [bad word] Lee of loose leaf
 Abused ink, used it as a tool when I blew steam
 Hit the lottery, oh wee
 With what I gave up to get was bittersweet
 It was like winning a huge meet
 Ironic cause I think I’m getting so big I need a shrink
 I’m beginning to lose sleep: one sheep, two sheep
 Going cucko and cuckier as Kool Keith
 But I’m actually weirder than you think
 Cause I’m

[Hook]

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
 Well, that’s not fair
 Well, that’s not fair

[Verse 2: Eminem]

Now I ain’t much of a poet
 But I know somebody once told me to seize the moment
 And don’t squander it
 Cause you never know when it could all be over
 [?] so I keep conjuring
 Sometimes I wonder where these thoughts spawn from
 (Yeah, ponder it
 Do 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 monster
 And save me from myself and all this conflict
 Cause the very things that I love is killing me and I can’t conquer it
 My OCD is [?] me in the head
 Keep knocking, nobody’s home, I’m sleepwalking
 I’m just relaying what the voice of my head saying
 Don’t shoot the messenger, I’m just friends with the

[Hook]

[Verse 3: Eminem]

Call me crazy, but I had this vision
 One day that I’d walk amongst you regular civilians
 But until then [bad word] get killed [bad word] straight at
 Emcees, blood get spilled and I
 Take it back to the days that I get on a Dre track
 Give every kid who got played gat
 Pumped the villian and [bad word] that say back
 To the kids who played ‘em
 I ain’t here to save the [bad word] children
 But if one kid out of a hundred million
 Who are going through a [bad word] feels and relates that’s great
 It’s payback, falling way back
 In the draft, turn nothing into something, still can make that
 Straw in the gold chump I will spend in a hay stack
 Maybe I need a straightjacket, face facts
 I am nuts for real, but I’m okay with that
 It’s nothing, I’m still friends with a