Eminem ☆ Groundhog Day

[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, bitch, her rules are kryptonite

To the walls and I’ve lost my power to see through them bitches

But I run into them, running through the kitchen

Pretending to be blind, Superman

Cos 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 fucking clue what you was missing

I’d zone out with my headphones, all I remember doing’s wishing

For shoes, fuck them stupid pumas bitch, 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 shit, he’d go complete ballistic

Go through the roof for his shit

It’s like we knew the instant

We touched a mic that both of us two existed to do this shit

Never quit, too persistent

Started a group of misfits

Proof had a proposition

If we all brand together, there ain’t no stopping this shit

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 us once, it ain’t knocking again

It tried dong ditching shit

I fucking got that bitch in a headlock

Cut off his oxygen Slim

[?]

Now I got my pot to piss in

I’m in a league Muhammad’s in

All these [?] bombing them

Probably end up on top of them

Stomping them like Ndamukong

I’m rushing at the

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

Bitch 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, shit no wonder you’re sore losers

Ooh, no more trippin in bird shit, this songs a self empowerment surgeon

Words of encouragement but this [?]

The rap games God, but the name’s not James Todd?, I’m just a wordsmith

So let these words lift

Cos all I got is bars for you dumbbells and doors ain’t working out

Each verse is more [?] 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 dick 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 fucking jungle tron

I’m a juggernaut, you do not wanna crumble, you bambacluts

I’ll leave you stretched out, like a fucking yard

So mow the fucking lawn, your asses are blades of grass

And I’m fucking 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