(Hook) 
Monsters, how should I feel? 
Creatures lie here, looking through the window (2x)

(Verse 1: TI) 
From the king of the south to the king of the states 
Riding in a car you've probably never seen in the states 
No idea how much yay I can bring in the states 
Hey you got a hundred on 'em for a million a day 
Frank Lucas ain't the only one to make a million a day 
But it's a American gangsta right here in your face 
And you don't want to see P$C on the scene with a K 
You think you running up and robbing but that ain't even the case 
And just because you got away don't mean it's okay 
You a dead man walking and I mean it, okay? 
Gonna take that other couple mil' and put it back in the safe 
Five cash for the crib on the back of the lake 
I'm up in crucial two-stepping with the GAT in the waist 
TI ain't in the street no mo', fo'-fo', is that what they say? 
Don't even try when you see him boy you have to be great 
Cause this pistol hit you in your face, you'll teeth they'll have to replace

(Hook) 
Monsters, how should I feel? 
Creatures lie here, looking through the window (2x)

(Verse 2: Kanye West) 
They say your attitide determines your latitude 
I'm high as a mother******, fly as a mother****** 
And still the mother****** you love to hate 
But can't - because you love what I make 
Now ain't that about a ************* 
I'mma talk *************t until I'm out of hits 
They don't wanna turn they sneakers up they claim I ain't deep enough 
All that talking I keep off of, keep it up 
I'm relaxin', my feet is up 
I'm leaving you haters like when Shaq left the Lakers just to Heat it up 
I state the stats to stunt, I don't need to front 
There black history every day, I don't need a month 
The survey says - by the streets accordin' 
Kanye's just as important as Michael Jordan 
Was to the NBA when he was scorin' 
Ralph Lauren was borin' before I wore him and...

(Hook) 
Monsters, how should I feel? 
Creatures lie here, looking through the window (2x)

(Verse 3: Eminem) 
Schizophrenia, how many of ya got it? 
How many mother******s can say they psychotic? 
How many mother******s can say they brain dry-rotted from pot? 
You got it like I got it or not? 
If you did, you would know just what I'm talkin bout 
When your tongue's rottin out from cotton-mouth 
When you end up becomin so dependent on ****** 
That you end up spendin a "G" in the vending machine 
You got the munchies, look at you, junk food junkie 
Potato chips and lunch meat, up in the front seat 
Sometimes you can get so paranoid from ganja 
That's it gotcha thinkin the whole world is watchin ya 
Or maybe you don't smoke, maybe you just roll 
But whatever your drug's yo, go for the gusto 
Just don't, come ************* with me when I'm doin my drugs 
You see me in the club don't come ****** my high up

(Hook) 
Mosters, how should I feel? 
Creatures lie here, looking through the window (2x)

(Outro: Eminem) 
Whoo! 
Recovery