The Monster
 [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