[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



[Eminem:]

I'm backing up my shit

Smoke shit in the cars

I can fit and I'm just driving as far as I can get

Away from these problems, to all my sorrows I forget

What's tomorrow like? 'Cause tonight I'm starting life again

Kids in the corner won't stop f**king my ignoring

Besides psycho when I fantasize

Starting 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 nothing like

Holding your head up high when you're dead inside

And I just hide so in, case you're wondering why my insides showing

'Cause I done spilled all my guts and know some minds so I'm

Picking them up and stuff them in the back

f**k it I've done enough in this rap shit, Recovery brought me nothing

But back, to where I was and perhaps, this could've been my victory lap if I wasn't on the verge of Relapse



[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



[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 should've 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

Bother to taken into consideration

You and [?] baby and older and make, 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?



[The Cranberries:]

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