[Intro: The Cranberries]
What's in your head, in your head
Zombie, zombie, zombie-ie-ie
What's in your head, in your head
Zombie, zombie, zombie-ie-ie, oh
[Verse 1: Eminem]
I'm packin' up my shit, as much shit in the car as I can fit
And I'm just drivin' as far as I can get
Away from these problems, to all my sorrows I forget
What's tomorrow like? 'Cause tonight I'm startin' life again
Get to the corner and stop, fu**ck am I goin'?
Besides psycho when I fantasize startin' my whole life over
Yeah right, oh and I might go and
Get hypnotized so I don't even recognize no one
I try to look alive because there's nothin' like holdin'
Your head up high when you're dead inside and I just hide, so in
Case you're wonderin' why my inside's showin'
'Cause I done spilled all my guts and those are mine so I'm
Pickin' them up and stuffin' them back
Fu**ck it, I've done enough in this rap shit
Recovery brought me nothin' but back
To where I was and perhaps
This coulda been my victory lap if I wasn't on the verge of Relapse
[Chorus: The Cranberries]
What's in your head, in your head
Zombie, zombie, zombie-ie-ie
What's in your head, in your head
Zombie, zombie, zombie-ie-ie, oh
[Verse 2: Eminem]
It seems to be the reoccurring main thing
The shit I would daydream as a kid, I was eighteen
I went from an irate teenager to still raging
Is it though amazing, back then I put anything
Into the rhyme, whether it was sad, mad, happy, or angry
I spit it, the mainstream, I hit it
Blame me, I did it—did what?
Hailie, baby, I didn't mean to make you eighty
Percent of what I rapped about
Maybe, I shoulda did a better job at separating
Shady and entertaining from real life
But this dang thing is still the hardest thing to explain
It's the craziest shit I
Ever seen it back then, it was like I ain't even
Bothered taking into consideration
You one day being older and may hear me say things
I did it, pay me, and be, it just ain't me
Okay, so ladies and gentlemen let's strip away everything
And see the main reason that I feel like a lame piece of shit
Or should I start cranking in bitter
Come playing beef and pick up by the same things
'Cause when I look at me, I don't see what they see
I feel the same greedy
And lately I've been contemplating
Escaping to get a ranger or whatever this road takes me
It's making me crazy, what's in my?
[Chorus: The Cranberries]
What's in your head, in your head
Zombie, zombie, zombie-ie-ie
What's in your head, in your head
Zombie, zombie, zombie-ie-ie, oh
