Eminem – Groundhog Day

Groundhog Day is another astonishing and compelling hip-hop and rap song created by a talented rapper, Eminem.

This intriguing record which appeared on his top charting album project called “The Marshall Mathers LP2” was officially released on 5 November 2013.

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LYRICS

What is a nightmare? The dictionary tells us it is a terrifying dream, a nightmare

 

I used to think I had bad luck, but I wasn’t superstitious

‘Til 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 anew but ditching

Missouri for 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, bitching, her rules are Kryptonite

So the walls I done lost my power to see through them bitches

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 became my new religion

“I remember it clearly, even today.”

Move back to Michigan again, to live with my Grandma Nan

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 Troops

You get them LL Cool J cooling system

Made that final maneuver to 8 Mile and Hoover and somehow I saw my future is in this

That’s how I knew my mission

Little boom box boomin’, spitting

Practicing numerous rhythms

When I sit in my room envisioning

My dreams come to fruition

I remember Proof would visit

Couldn’t wait to play him my new shit, he’d go cuckoo 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

“We are the underground empire.”

 

Started a group of misfits

Proof had a proposition

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

Come up with aliases, bipolar opposites and

Be ready to come off the top as sharp precision

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 knocks once, it ain’t knocking again

It tried ding-dong ditching shit

I fucking got that bitch in a headlock

Cut off his oxygen Slim snot-gourging

Like cock-sucking cynder block in the wind

Now I got a pot to piss in

Spot in that top position

Copping over the opposition

Looking like a dog that’s pissing

Leg up on the competition

Promising 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 Russian like a Ukrainian, LaDainian 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

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

Now where’s your poop birds?

Ooh, no more tripping in bird shit, songs of self-empowerment surging

Words of encouragement but discouraging the rappers

The rap game’s 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 since yours ain’t working out

Each verse is more merciless than the first is

And you ain’t got to wear no shoes and shirt in this bitch to get served

Blood thirst Revenge of the Nerds

Chickit

“And it’s true that you’ll not escape my vengeance.”

 

But the dumpy kid with them ears like Dumbo’s gone

Word to Uncle Ron

I’m turning into a non-humble Don

You blonde dumb hoes, all I got is dick for you to come blow on

So start the show, but I need a drum roll ‘fore I go on

Better back away from the front row, get launched

Show you I’m bigger than Dikembe Mutumbo

On the fuckin’ Jumbotron

I’m a juggernaut, you do not wanna rumble, you bomboclaat

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

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

An eighth of that was just to make a path and take it straight to your favorite rapper

Oh look, my notebook looks smoke-cooked

Like the flow stood a foot over the flame on the stove, soot

Charred debris floating

Like oak wood was burning

Return of the no good

And I won’t quit

 

“And the next thing I know something came crawling up from below

Something that made Godzilla look like a plane.”

 

And I don’t quit, won’t change

It’s like a Groundhog’s Day

So crowd around, y’all, ’cause you may

See if I popped your head

 

“I’m a heartless monster”

Turn me into

“I’m a heartless monster”

“With my dick in your mouth all day”

 

I’m not so sure I want to know from whence it came

But the white flesh creature’s trail is easily followed

There, before that shimmering veil of light, the ivory skin slug thing