'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