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Eminem - The Marshall Mathers LP2

Groundhog Day Lyrics

produced by Frank Dukes & Cardiak

written by Thomas Brenneck, Leon Michels, Jared Tankel, Homer Steinweiss, Dave Guy, Cardiak, Frank Dukes & Eminem

INTRO:

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

FIRST VERSE:

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 ditchin' 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, bitchin’, her rules are Krypton-ite So the walls, I done lost my power to see through them bitches But I run into 'em, runnin' through the kitchen Pretendin' 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

INTERLUDE:

"I remember it clearly, even today."

SECOND VERSE:

Move back to Michigan again, to live with my Grandma Nan Always itchin' for somethin' to do, was flippin' Through the radio stations one day And discovered this DJ who was mixin' I say it to this day, if you ain't listened to The Wizard You ain't have a fuckin' clue what you was missin' I'd zone out with my headphones All I remember doing's wishin' for shoes Fuck them stupid Pumas, bitch! It's all about them new edition Troops You get them LL Cool J coolin' system Made that final manoeuvre 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', spittin' Practicin' numerous writtens When I'd sit in my room, envisionin' 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

INTERLUDE:

"Carved an underground empire."

THIRD VERSE:

Started a group of misfits, Proof had a proposition If we all band together, there ain't no stoppin' 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 knockin' again It tried ding-dong ditchin' shit, I fuckin' got that bitch in A headlock, cut off its oxygen, Slim Is not budgin' like cocksuckin' cinder blocks in the wind Now I got a pot to piss in Spot in that top position, koppin' 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 bombin' 'em Probably end up on top of 'em Stompin' 'em 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 poo, birds? Ooh, no more trippin' in bird shit Songs of self-empowerment surgin' Words of encouragement, but discouragin' 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 workin' 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, bloodthirst revenge of the nerds, chka

INTERLUDE:

"That you'll not escape my vengeance."

FOURTH VERSE:

But the dumpy kid with them ears like Dumbo's gone Word to Uncle Ron, I'm turnin' 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 bomboclaats I'll leave you stretched out like a fuckin' yawn So mow the fuckin' lawn, your asses are blades of grass And I'm fuckin' up this whole landscape of rap The G.O.A.T. 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 floatin' like Oakwood Was burnin', return of the no good and I won't quit

INTERLUDE:

"And the next thing I know Something came crawling up from below Something that made Godzilla look like a blamed..."

CHORUS:

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

BRIDGE:

I'm a monster, mutt I'ma turn into a monster I'm a monster, mutt With my dick in your mouth all day!

OUTRO:

"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."