[Hook: Rihanna]
I'm friends with the monster that's under my bed
Get along with the voices inside of my head

You're 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 in public excuse me
Been wanting my cake, and eat it too, and wanting it both ways

Fame made me a balloon cause my ego inflated
When I blew see, it was confusing
Cause all I wanted to do is be the Bruce Lee of loose leaf

Abused ink, used it as a tool when I blew steam, wooh
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 huge I need a shrink
I'm beginning to lose sleep: one sheep, two sheep

Going cucko and cooky as Kool Keith
But I'm actually weirder than you think
Cause I'm


[Hook]
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 all could be over tomorrow 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?)
Yo-lo-lo-lo-yee-whoo
I think you've been wandering off down yonder

And stumbled onto Jeff VanVonderen
Cause I need an interventionist
To intervene between me and this monster and save me from myself and all this conflict

Cause the very thing that I love is killing me and I can't conquer it
My OCD is conking me in the head
Keep knocking, nobody's home, I'm sleepwalking

I'm just relaying what the voice in my head's 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 a regular civilian
But until then drums get killed I'm coming 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 that

Pumped the villian and %#@! that say back
To the kids who played 'em
I ain't here to save the $#&@ing children

But if one kid out of a hundred million
Who are going through a struggle feels and relates that's great
It's payback, Russell Wilson falling way back

In the draft, turn nothing into something, still can make that
Straw into gold chump, I will spin Rumpelstiltskin 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 the


[Hook]