Artist : Eminem Feat. Rihanna
Title : The Monster
Album : The Marshall Mathers LP 2 (2013)

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
You think I'm crazy...

Eminem*
I wanted the fame
But not the cover of Newsweek
Oh well, guess beggars 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
Hit the lottery...
With what I gave up to get was bittersweet
With this 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 cuckoo and cooky as Kool Keith
But I'm actually weirder than you think
Cause I'm....

Rihanna*
Well...that's nothing
Well...that's nothing

Eminem*
No, 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 want this
No wonder you losing your mind
The way it wanders...
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...

Eminem*
Call me crazy...
But I have this vision
One day that I walk amongst you
A regular civilian...
But until then drums get killed
And 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 at
Pumped up feeling and s**t to say back
To the kids who played 'em
I ain't here to save the f**king children
But if one kid out of a hundred million
Who are going through a struggle feels
And then 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 haystack
Maybe I need a straight jacket face facts
I am nuts for real...
But I'm okay with that
It's nothing...
I'm still friends with the