Groundhog Day - Eminem
[Intro:]
What is a nightmare? The dictionary tells us it is a terrifying dream, a nightmare
[Verse 1:]
I used to think I had bad luck, but I wasn't superstitious
Till one day I grew suspicious, when I stepped on a crack on Aunt Edna's stoop
And got pooped on by a group of stupid pigeons
Then we flew the coop to Michigan to start a new be-ditching
Missouri from Michigan didn't work
So we moved back to Missouri from Michigan, from Missouri back to Michigan
Someone put me out my misery, I can't do this again
Mom please stick to a decision
Discipline, last thing I wanna' do is listen she's like
Lex Luthor, b_tch, her rules are kryptonite
To the walls and I've lost my power to see through them b_tches
But I run into them, running through the kitchen
Pretending to be blind, Superman
Cause I had no supervision
But I did have a super power though
I could turn into invisible kid
Disappear out of sight, like a true magician
And one day uncle Ronnie brought over this new, but different
Music into the picture and it become my new religion
"I remember it clearly, even today"
Move back to Michigan again, to live with my Grandma Ned
Always itchin' for something to do, was flipping
Through the radio stations one day
And discovered this DJ who was mixing
I say it to this day, if you ain't listened to the wizard
You ain't have a f_cking clue what you was missing
I'd zone out with my headphones, all I remember doing's wishing
For shoes, f_ck them stupid pumas b_tch, it's all about them new edition
You get the new LL Cool J
Think I finally maneuvered to 8 Mile and Hoover and somehow I found my future is in this
That's how I know my mission
Little boom box boomin', spitting
Practicing numerous rhythms
When I sit in my room envisioning my dreams come true for wishin'
I remember Proof would visit
Couldn't wait to play him my new sh_t, he'd go complete ballistic
Go through the roof for his sh_t
It's like we knew the instant
We touched a mic that both of us two existed to do this sh_t
Never quit, too persistent
[Verse 2:]
Started a group of misfits
Proof had a proposition
If we all brand together, there ain't no stopping this sh_t
Come up with aliases, bipolar opposites and
Be ready to come off the top as sharp position
If you got dissed at the shop cause if they caught you slippin'
They'd take your spot if someone got to rippin' you
And you forgot your written
Opportunity knocked once, it ain't knocking again
Tried ding-dong ditching sh_t
I f_cking got that b_tch in a headlock
Cut off his oxygen Slim snot gourgin
Cock s_ckin cynder block in the wind
Now I got my pot to piss in
Spot in that top position
Hoppin over the opposition
Lookin like a dog that's pissin
Leg up on the competition
Promisin complete dominance, Sugar Ray Robinson
I'm in a league Muhammad's in
Ali's my colleague bombing them
Probably end up on top of them
Stomping them like Ndamukong
I'm rushing like a Urkanian Ladanian Tomlinson
Flow vomits in your face
Competitors fall at my waist
You spit a rhyme, I spit in a rhyme's face
So name the time, place to battle
B_tch I'm still in that mind state
Don't make me step on you and make you wine grapes
Cry babies, maybe my way that I use words is loose
But you turds better be careful how you choose yours
Cause feelings scar but egos bruise worse
And the truth hurts, sh_t no wonder you're sore losers
Ooh, no more trippin in bird sh_t, this songs a self empowerment surgeon
Words of encouragement but this discouraging
The rap games God, but the name's not James Todd?, I'm just a wordsmith
So let these words lift
Cause all I got is bars for you dumbbells and doors ain't working out
Each verse is more merciless than the first
And you ain't got to wear no shoes and shirt in this beast? to get served
They shall not escape my vengeance
And I'm the kid with them ears like Dumbo's gone
Word to Uncle Ron
I'm turning into an unhumble Don
You blind dumbos, all I got is d_ck for you to crumble on
So stop the show, but I need a drum roll for I go on
Better back away from the front row, get gone
Bigger then Dikembe Mutumbo
I'm the f_cking jungle tron
I'm a juggernaut, you do not wanna crumble, you bambacluts
I'll leave you stretched out, like a f_cking yard
So mow the f_cking lawn, your asses are blades of grass
And I'm f_cking up this whole landscape of rap
The GOAT just ate eight acres, and ate the vet
Who just make a path and take you straight to your favorite rapper
Oh look, my notebook with smoke cook
Like the flow stood a foot over the flame on the stove, soot
Like oak wood was burning
Return of the no good
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