Letra da Música Groundhog Day de Eminem

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

I used to think I had bad luck, but I wasn't superstitious
Till one day I grew suspcious
when I stepped on a crack on [?]
And got pooped on by a group of stupid pigeons
Then we flew the coop to Michigan to start a new begi [?]
Missuri from Michigan didn't work
So we moved back to Missouri from Michigan
from Misuri 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
Let's [?]

But I did have a super power though
I could turn into invisible kid
Dissapear out of sight, like a true magician
And one day uncle Ronney
brought over this new, but different
Music into the picture and it become my new religion
"I remember clearly, even today"
Move back to Michigan again
chillin' 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 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 [?] bitch
it's all about them new edition [?]
You get them hella 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 [?] and 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 tossed a mic that both of us existed to do this shit
Never quid, 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 alliases, bipolar opposites and
Be ready to come off the top [?]
If you got dissed at the [?] cos if they caught you slippin'
They'd take your spot if someone got to rippin you
And you forgot your written

I fucking got that bitch in a headlock
Cut off his oxygen Slim
[?]

I'm in a league Muhammad's in
All these [?] bombing them
Probably end up on top of them
Stomping them like [?]
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
[?] 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

With the uncle Ron
I'm turning into an humble Don