Eminem - Groundhog Day (lyrics) Chords
Tempo:
82.05 bpm
Chords used:
C
C#
Cm
A
G
Tuning:Standard Tuning (EADGBE)Capo:+0fret
Start Jamming...
What is a nightmare?
The dictionary tells us it is a terrifying [A] dream.
A nightmare.
[C] [A]
[C] [D#m]
[C#] [C] [C#]
[C]
Even last thing I wanna do is listen to you like Lex Luthor bitchin' and fools are quitsin'.
Night from the walls, now I lost my power to see through them bitches.
But I run into em, runnin' through the kitchen.
Pretending to be blind Superman.
[Cm] Cause I had no supervision.
But I did have a [C#] superpower though.
I could turn into invisible kid, [G] disappear outta sight like a true magician.
And one day Uncle Ronny brought over [A#] this new but different music into the picture [A] and it became my new [C#] religion.
I remember it clearly, [Cm] even today.
Move back to Michigan again, to live with my grandma and nan.
Always itchin' for something [C] to do, it's flippin'.
Through radio stations one day and [Cm] discovered this DJ who was mixin'.
I say it to this day, if you ain't listen to the Wizards, you ain't have [C#] a fuckin' clue what you is missin'.
I zone out with my headphones, all I remember [G] doin' is wishin'.
For shoes, fuckin' stupid coolers, bitch [C#] it's all about them new additions.
You get the Mellow, Kool [C] Kid coolin' system.
Hit that final [A] maneuver to eight mile and Hoover.
And somehow I saw [C#] my future, isn't it?
That's how [C] I knew my mission.
Little boombox swoomin', spittin', [C#] practicing numerous written.
When I sit in my room envisionin' my dreams come to fruition.
[Cm] I remember Proof would [C#] visit, couldn't wait to play in my new shit.
He'd go kookoo ballistic, go through [C] the roof of his shit.
It's like we knew the instant, we touched [D] him like the both of [C#] us do exist.
Did you do this shit?
Never quit, you persistent?
[C] Started a group of misfits, Proof had a proposition.
If we [C#] all pan together, there ain't [C] no stoppin' this shit.
Come up with aliases, bipolar opposites.
Be ready to come off the top of sharpest shit.
And 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 to written.
Opportunity knocked once, it ain't knockin' again.
It tried ding-dong, bitchin' shit.
I fuckin' got that bitch in a headlock, cut off his [A] oxygen.
Slim, hot boys in like cocksuckin', sendin' rocks in the wind.
Now I got [D#] a puss to piss [C] in, spot on that puss position.
Coppin' over [Cm] the puss position, lookin' like a dog to piss in.
Leg up on that puss position, promising complete.
Dominant, Sugar Ray Robinson, I'm in the league, [C] Mohammed's in.
Ali's my colleague, climbing him proudly, and up on top of him.
Stompin' him like an omicon, [C#] I'm rushin' like Keith Craney in Ladini [Cm] and Thomason.
Smoke bomb that's in your face, competitors fall at my waist.
She spit [C] around my pit and her rhymes fake.
So name the time, place, the battle, [Cm] bitch, I'm still in that mind state.
Go meet me, step on you, and make you rhyme great.
Crybabies, maybe my way that I use words is loose.
[A] But you turds better be careful how [C] you choose, yeah.
I'm still in scar, but ego's wounds worse, and the truth hurts.
Shit, no wonder you're so on losers.
Now where's your key, birds?
Ooh, no more grippin' [D] in bird shit.
Songs of self [D#]-empowerment, surge in [C] words of encouragement.
But discourage in the rappers, rap games, God, but the [D#] name's not James Todd.
I'm just the word, Smith, so let's be first.
[C#] Lift, it's all I got is bars for you dumb bells, since yours ain't workin' out.
[G] Each verse is [C] more mercy-less than his first.
Isn't you ain't got it?
Wearing no shoes and shirt in this piece that you serve.
Blood, merc, [D#] revenge, and nerves to get through.
No, [A#] you said you'll not [C] escape, pilot.
Don't forget with them ears [Cm] like Jumbo's gone.
Where'd your Uncle Ron?
I'm [G] turnin' into a nun, humble [C] done.
I'm too blind, dumb, and that's all I got.
It's sick for you to come blow on.
So stop it, I need a drum roll [Cm] for Uncle Un.
Better back away from the front row, pit [G] bull.
Chub your arm, bigger than Dick Kim, and we'll tumble on the fuckin' jumbotron.
I'm a juggernaut, you do not wanna rumble, [C#] you bumbleclops.
I'll leave you stressed out [Cm] like a fuckin' yawn.
Some motherfuckin' [D] lords, their asses are blades of grass.
And I'm fuckin' up this whole [C] landscape of rap.
The [Cm] coast is eight, eight acres, an eighth of that.
Well, just to make it path and take it straight to your favorite rapper.
Oh, look, my [C#] notebook was smoke-cooked.
Like the flow stood a foot [E] over the flame on the stove soot.
Hard [C#] to breathe, bloatin' like oak wood.
We're burnin', turn up the no [C#] good, and I won't quit.
I'm gonna be like, oh shit.
[Cm]
And it's done quick, roll change, it's like a groundhog's day.
Scratch your jaw, cuz you're gay, and you pop out your head.
I'm a hoe, I'm [C] a hoe, I'm a hoe, [G#] I'm a hoe.
[C] I'm a hoe, I'm a hoe, [G#] I'm a hoe, I'm a hoe.
Get your mouth [N] off me!
[C]
I'm not so sure I want to know from where his trail is easily followed.
Ivory skin slug thing, slug thing.
The dictionary tells us it is a terrifying [A] dream.
A nightmare.
[C] [A]
[C] [D#m]
[C#] [C] [C#]
[C]
Even last thing I wanna do is listen to you like Lex Luthor bitchin' and fools are quitsin'.
Night from the walls, now I lost my power to see through them bitches.
But I run into em, runnin' through the kitchen.
Pretending to be blind Superman.
[Cm] Cause I had no supervision.
But I did have a [C#] superpower though.
I could turn into invisible kid, [G] disappear outta sight like a true magician.
And one day Uncle Ronny brought over [A#] this new but different music into the picture [A] and it became my new [C#] religion.
I remember it clearly, [Cm] even today.
Move back to Michigan again, to live with my grandma and nan.
Always itchin' for something [C] to do, it's flippin'.
Through radio stations one day and [Cm] discovered this DJ who was mixin'.
I say it to this day, if you ain't listen to the Wizards, you ain't have [C#] a fuckin' clue what you is missin'.
I zone out with my headphones, all I remember [G] doin' is wishin'.
For shoes, fuckin' stupid coolers, bitch [C#] it's all about them new additions.
You get the Mellow, Kool [C] Kid coolin' system.
Hit that final [A] maneuver to eight mile and Hoover.
And somehow I saw [C#] my future, isn't it?
That's how [C] I knew my mission.
Little boombox swoomin', spittin', [C#] practicing numerous written.
When I sit in my room envisionin' my dreams come to fruition.
[Cm] I remember Proof would [C#] visit, couldn't wait to play in my new shit.
He'd go kookoo ballistic, go through [C] the roof of his shit.
It's like we knew the instant, we touched [D] him like the both of [C#] us do exist.
Did you do this shit?
Never quit, you persistent?
[C] Started a group of misfits, Proof had a proposition.
If we [C#] all pan together, there ain't [C] no stoppin' this shit.
Come up with aliases, bipolar opposites.
Be ready to come off the top of sharpest shit.
And 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 to written.
Opportunity knocked once, it ain't knockin' again.
It tried ding-dong, bitchin' shit.
I fuckin' got that bitch in a headlock, cut off his [A] oxygen.
Slim, hot boys in like cocksuckin', sendin' rocks in the wind.
Now I got [D#] a puss to piss [C] in, spot on that puss position.
Coppin' over [Cm] the puss position, lookin' like a dog to piss in.
Leg up on that puss position, promising complete.
Dominant, Sugar Ray Robinson, I'm in the league, [C] Mohammed's in.
Ali's my colleague, climbing him proudly, and up on top of him.
Stompin' him like an omicon, [C#] I'm rushin' like Keith Craney in Ladini [Cm] and Thomason.
Smoke bomb that's in your face, competitors fall at my waist.
She spit [C] around my pit and her rhymes fake.
So name the time, place, the battle, [Cm] bitch, I'm still in that mind state.
Go meet me, step on you, and make you rhyme great.
Crybabies, maybe my way that I use words is loose.
[A] But you turds better be careful how [C] you choose, yeah.
I'm still in scar, but ego's wounds worse, and the truth hurts.
Shit, no wonder you're so on losers.
Now where's your key, birds?
Ooh, no more grippin' [D] in bird shit.
Songs of self [D#]-empowerment, surge in [C] words of encouragement.
But discourage in the rappers, rap games, God, but the [D#] name's not James Todd.
I'm just the word, Smith, so let's be first.
[C#] Lift, it's all I got is bars for you dumb bells, since yours ain't workin' out.
[G] Each verse is [C] more mercy-less than his first.
Isn't you ain't got it?
Wearing no shoes and shirt in this piece that you serve.
Blood, merc, [D#] revenge, and nerves to get through.
No, [A#] you said you'll not [C] escape, pilot.
Don't forget with them ears [Cm] like Jumbo's gone.
Where'd your Uncle Ron?
I'm [G] turnin' into a nun, humble [C] done.
I'm too blind, dumb, and that's all I got.
It's sick for you to come blow on.
So stop it, I need a drum roll [Cm] for Uncle Un.
Better back away from the front row, pit [G] bull.
Chub your arm, bigger than Dick Kim, and we'll tumble on the fuckin' jumbotron.
I'm a juggernaut, you do not wanna rumble, [C#] you bumbleclops.
I'll leave you stressed out [Cm] like a fuckin' yawn.
Some motherfuckin' [D] lords, their asses are blades of grass.
And I'm fuckin' up this whole [C] landscape of rap.
The [Cm] coast is eight, eight acres, an eighth of that.
Well, just to make it path and take it straight to your favorite rapper.
Oh, look, my [C#] notebook was smoke-cooked.
Like the flow stood a foot [E] over the flame on the stove soot.
Hard [C#] to breathe, bloatin' like oak wood.
We're burnin', turn up the no [C#] good, and I won't quit.
I'm gonna be like, oh shit.
[Cm]
And it's done quick, roll change, it's like a groundhog's day.
Scratch your jaw, cuz you're gay, and you pop out your head.
I'm a hoe, I'm [C] a hoe, I'm a hoe, [G#] I'm a hoe.
[C] I'm a hoe, I'm a hoe, [G#] I'm a hoe, I'm a hoe.
Get your mouth [N] off me!
[C]
I'm not so sure I want to know from where his trail is easily followed.
Ivory skin slug thing, slug thing.
Key:
C
C#
Cm
A
G
C
C#
Cm
What is a nightmare?
The dictionary tells us it is a terrifying [A] dream.
A nightmare.
_ _ [C] _ _ _ [A] _ _ _
_ _ [C] _ _ _ _ [D#m] _ _
_ _ [C#] _ _ [C] _ _ [C#] _ _
_ _ [C] _ _ _ _ _ _
_ Even last thing I wanna do is listen to you like Lex Luthor bitchin' and fools are quitsin'.
Night from the walls, now I lost my power to see through them bitches.
But I run into em, runnin' through the kitchen.
Pretending to be blind Superman.
[Cm] Cause I had no supervision.
But I did have a [C#] superpower though.
I could turn into invisible kid, [G] disappear outta sight like a true magician.
And one day Uncle Ronny brought over [A#] this new but different music into the picture [A] and it became my new [C#] religion.
I remember it clearly, [Cm] even today.
Move back to Michigan again, to live with my grandma and nan.
Always itchin' for something [C] to do, it's flippin'.
Through radio stations one day and [Cm] discovered this DJ who was mixin'.
I say it to this day, if you ain't listen to the Wizards, you ain't have [C#] a fuckin' clue what you is missin'.
I zone out with my headphones, all I remember [G] doin' is wishin'.
For shoes, fuckin' stupid coolers, bitch [C#] it's all about them new additions.
You get the Mellow, Kool [C] Kid coolin' system.
Hit that final [A] maneuver to eight mile and Hoover.
And somehow I saw [C#] my future, isn't it?
That's how [C] I knew my mission.
Little boombox swoomin', spittin', [C#] practicing numerous written.
When I sit in my room envisionin' my dreams come to fruition.
[Cm] I remember Proof would [C#] visit, couldn't wait to play in my new shit.
He'd go kookoo ballistic, go through [C] the roof of his shit.
It's like we knew the instant, we touched [D] him like the both of [C#] us do exist.
Did you do this shit?
Never quit, you persistent?
_ _ [C] Started a group of misfits, Proof had a proposition.
If we [C#] all pan together, there ain't [C] no stoppin' this shit.
Come up with aliases, bipolar opposites.
Be ready to come off the top of sharpest shit.
And 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 to written.
Opportunity knocked once, it ain't knockin' again.
It tried ding-dong, bitchin' shit.
I fuckin' got that bitch in a headlock, cut off his [A] oxygen.
Slim, hot boys in like cocksuckin', sendin' rocks in the wind.
Now I got [D#] a puss to piss [C] in, spot on that puss position.
Coppin' over [Cm] the puss position, lookin' like a dog to piss in.
Leg up on that puss position, promising complete.
Dominant, Sugar Ray Robinson, I'm in the league, [C] Mohammed's in.
Ali's my colleague, climbing him proudly, and up on top of him.
Stompin' him like an omicon, [C#] I'm rushin' like Keith Craney in Ladini [Cm] and Thomason.
Smoke bomb that's in your face, competitors fall at my waist.
She spit [C] around my pit and her rhymes fake.
So name the time, place, the battle, [Cm] bitch, I'm still in that mind state.
Go meet me, step on you, and make you rhyme great.
Crybabies, maybe my way that I use words is loose.
[A] But you turds better be careful how [C] you choose, yeah.
I'm still in scar, but ego's wounds worse, and the truth hurts.
Shit, no wonder you're so on losers.
Now where's your key, birds?
Ooh, no more grippin' [D] in bird shit.
Songs of self [D#]-empowerment, surge in [C] words of encouragement.
But discourage in the rappers, rap games, God, but the [D#] name's not James Todd.
I'm just the word, Smith, so let's be first.
[C#] Lift, it's all I got is bars for you dumb bells, since yours ain't workin' out.
[G] Each verse is [C] more mercy-less than his first.
Isn't you ain't got it?
Wearing no shoes and shirt in this piece that you serve.
Blood, merc, [D#] revenge, and nerves to get through.
No, [A#] you said you'll not [C] escape, pilot.
Don't forget with them ears [Cm] like Jumbo's gone.
Where'd your Uncle Ron?
I'm [G] turnin' into a nun, humble [C] done.
I'm too blind, dumb, and that's all I got.
It's sick for you to come blow on.
So stop it, I need a drum roll [Cm] for Uncle Un.
Better back away from the front row, pit [G] bull.
Chub your arm, bigger than Dick Kim, and we'll tumble on the fuckin' jumbotron.
I'm a juggernaut, you do not wanna rumble, [C#] you bumbleclops.
I'll leave you stressed out [Cm] like a fuckin' yawn.
Some motherfuckin' [D] lords, their asses are blades of grass.
And I'm fuckin' up this whole [C] landscape of rap.
The [Cm] coast is eight, eight acres, an eighth of that.
Well, just to make it path and take it straight to your favorite rapper.
Oh, look, my [C#] notebook was smoke-cooked.
Like the flow stood a foot [E] over the flame on the stove soot.
Hard [C#] to breathe, bloatin' like oak wood.
We're burnin', turn up the no [C#] good, and I won't quit.
I'm gonna be like, oh shit.
_ [Cm] _ _ _ _
And it's done quick, roll change, it's like a groundhog's day.
Scratch your jaw, cuz you're gay, and you pop out your head.
I'm a hoe, I'm [C] a hoe, I'm a hoe, [G#] I'm a hoe.
[C] I'm a hoe, I'm a hoe, [G#] I'm a hoe, I'm a hoe.
Get your mouth [N] off me!
_ [C]
I'm not so sure I want to know from where _ _ his trail is easily followed.
_ _ _ _ Ivory skin slug thing, slug thing.
The dictionary tells us it is a terrifying [A] dream.
A nightmare.
_ _ [C] _ _ _ [A] _ _ _
_ _ [C] _ _ _ _ [D#m] _ _
_ _ [C#] _ _ [C] _ _ [C#] _ _
_ _ [C] _ _ _ _ _ _
_ Even last thing I wanna do is listen to you like Lex Luthor bitchin' and fools are quitsin'.
Night from the walls, now I lost my power to see through them bitches.
But I run into em, runnin' through the kitchen.
Pretending to be blind Superman.
[Cm] Cause I had no supervision.
But I did have a [C#] superpower though.
I could turn into invisible kid, [G] disappear outta sight like a true magician.
And one day Uncle Ronny brought over [A#] this new but different music into the picture [A] and it became my new [C#] religion.
I remember it clearly, [Cm] even today.
Move back to Michigan again, to live with my grandma and nan.
Always itchin' for something [C] to do, it's flippin'.
Through radio stations one day and [Cm] discovered this DJ who was mixin'.
I say it to this day, if you ain't listen to the Wizards, you ain't have [C#] a fuckin' clue what you is missin'.
I zone out with my headphones, all I remember [G] doin' is wishin'.
For shoes, fuckin' stupid coolers, bitch [C#] it's all about them new additions.
You get the Mellow, Kool [C] Kid coolin' system.
Hit that final [A] maneuver to eight mile and Hoover.
And somehow I saw [C#] my future, isn't it?
That's how [C] I knew my mission.
Little boombox swoomin', spittin', [C#] practicing numerous written.
When I sit in my room envisionin' my dreams come to fruition.
[Cm] I remember Proof would [C#] visit, couldn't wait to play in my new shit.
He'd go kookoo ballistic, go through [C] the roof of his shit.
It's like we knew the instant, we touched [D] him like the both of [C#] us do exist.
Did you do this shit?
Never quit, you persistent?
_ _ [C] Started a group of misfits, Proof had a proposition.
If we [C#] all pan together, there ain't [C] no stoppin' this shit.
Come up with aliases, bipolar opposites.
Be ready to come off the top of sharpest shit.
And 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 to written.
Opportunity knocked once, it ain't knockin' again.
It tried ding-dong, bitchin' shit.
I fuckin' got that bitch in a headlock, cut off his [A] oxygen.
Slim, hot boys in like cocksuckin', sendin' rocks in the wind.
Now I got [D#] a puss to piss [C] in, spot on that puss position.
Coppin' over [Cm] the puss position, lookin' like a dog to piss in.
Leg up on that puss position, promising complete.
Dominant, Sugar Ray Robinson, I'm in the league, [C] Mohammed's in.
Ali's my colleague, climbing him proudly, and up on top of him.
Stompin' him like an omicon, [C#] I'm rushin' like Keith Craney in Ladini [Cm] and Thomason.
Smoke bomb that's in your face, competitors fall at my waist.
She spit [C] around my pit and her rhymes fake.
So name the time, place, the battle, [Cm] bitch, I'm still in that mind state.
Go meet me, step on you, and make you rhyme great.
Crybabies, maybe my way that I use words is loose.
[A] But you turds better be careful how [C] you choose, yeah.
I'm still in scar, but ego's wounds worse, and the truth hurts.
Shit, no wonder you're so on losers.
Now where's your key, birds?
Ooh, no more grippin' [D] in bird shit.
Songs of self [D#]-empowerment, surge in [C] words of encouragement.
But discourage in the rappers, rap games, God, but the [D#] name's not James Todd.
I'm just the word, Smith, so let's be first.
[C#] Lift, it's all I got is bars for you dumb bells, since yours ain't workin' out.
[G] Each verse is [C] more mercy-less than his first.
Isn't you ain't got it?
Wearing no shoes and shirt in this piece that you serve.
Blood, merc, [D#] revenge, and nerves to get through.
No, [A#] you said you'll not [C] escape, pilot.
Don't forget with them ears [Cm] like Jumbo's gone.
Where'd your Uncle Ron?
I'm [G] turnin' into a nun, humble [C] done.
I'm too blind, dumb, and that's all I got.
It's sick for you to come blow on.
So stop it, I need a drum roll [Cm] for Uncle Un.
Better back away from the front row, pit [G] bull.
Chub your arm, bigger than Dick Kim, and we'll tumble on the fuckin' jumbotron.
I'm a juggernaut, you do not wanna rumble, [C#] you bumbleclops.
I'll leave you stressed out [Cm] like a fuckin' yawn.
Some motherfuckin' [D] lords, their asses are blades of grass.
And I'm fuckin' up this whole [C] landscape of rap.
The [Cm] coast is eight, eight acres, an eighth of that.
Well, just to make it path and take it straight to your favorite rapper.
Oh, look, my [C#] notebook was smoke-cooked.
Like the flow stood a foot [E] over the flame on the stove soot.
Hard [C#] to breathe, bloatin' like oak wood.
We're burnin', turn up the no [C#] good, and I won't quit.
I'm gonna be like, oh shit.
_ [Cm] _ _ _ _
And it's done quick, roll change, it's like a groundhog's day.
Scratch your jaw, cuz you're gay, and you pop out your head.
I'm a hoe, I'm [C] a hoe, I'm a hoe, [G#] I'm a hoe.
[C] I'm a hoe, I'm a hoe, [G#] I'm a hoe, I'm a hoe.
Get your mouth [N] off me!
_ [C]
I'm not so sure I want to know from where _ _ his trail is easily followed.
_ _ _ _ Ivory skin slug thing, slug thing.