Cinderella Man Lyrics By Eminem
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Yeah, you know, technically
I’m not even really supposed to be here right now
So fuck it, might as well make the most of it
(Amen) Yeah! Ha-ha
(Amen) Feels good
(Amen) Woo!
(Amen) Guess I’m lucky
(Amen) Some of us don’t get a second chance
(Amen) But I ain’t blowin’ this one
(Amen) Nah, man, ha-ha
(Amen) Shit, I feel like I can do anything now
Who can catch lightning in a bottle, set fire to water
Comin’ out the nozzle on a fire hose, flyer than swatters?
Cinderella Man, Cinderella Man
Cinderella Man, Cinderella Man
Smash an hourglass, grab the sand, take his hands and cup ’em
Spit a rhyme to freeze a clock, take the hands of time and cuff ’em
Cinderella Man, Cinderella Man
Cinderella Man, Cinderella Man
There’s a storm comin’ that the weatherman couldn’t predict
I start to bug, prick, you better flee, ’cause I get ticked
It’s a wrap, I was down, when I was down I was kicked
I got up, I’m back to punch you to the ground, you’re tricked
It’s a trap, fuck my last CD, the shit’s in my trash
I’ll be goddamned if another rapper gets in my ass
I hit the gas and I spit every rap as if it’s my last
You can die in the blink of an eye, so bat your eyelashes
And keep winkin’ and blowin’ kisses ’cause you’re flirtin’ with death
I’m destroyin’ your livelihood, I ain’t just hurtin’ your rep
I catch a flow and get goin’, no remorse I’m showin’, ain’t slowin’
For no one, knowin’ there’s nothin’ you can do about it
Zero in on my target like a marksman, the target is you
I shut your lane down, took your spot, parked in it too
Arsenic flow, lighter fluid, saliva—what can you do?
Go get your crew to hype you up, stand behind you like, “Woo!”
That boy’s hot enough to melt Hell, burn Satan too
Fry his ass and put his ashes back together with glue
So you can hate him, he don’t blame you, frankly, he would too
This game could ill afford to lose him, how ’bout you?
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Now guess who? (Hey) Here’s a clue (Hey)
He came to the ball in his wife beater, lost his Nike shoe
It’s in your ass (Hey), he’s in your ass, he’s all up in your psyche too (Hey)
Now (Hey) what’s his name?
Cinderella Man, Cinderella Man (Hey)
Cinderella, Cinderella Man (Hey)
Cinderella Man (Hey, hey)
If I had a time machine
I’d be Cinderella Man
Cinderella Man, Cinderella Man
Cinderella Man, Cinderella Man
Music is my time machine
So call me
Cinderella Man, Cinderella Man
Cinderella Man, Cinderella Man
Fuck catchin’ lightning, he struck it, screamed, “Shut up!” at thunder
Then flipped the world upside down and made it rain upward
Cinderella Man, Cinderella Man
Cinderella Man, Cinderella Man
Rewound the future to the present, paused it, don’t ask how
Fuck the past, motherfucker, he’s the shit right now, he’s
Cinderella Man, Cinderella Man
Cinderella Man, Cinderella Man
Cinderella man, Cinderfella Shady Dane, came
To wrap the game up in cellophane, raise hell, from Hell he came
But didn’t come to bore you with the Cinderella story
Nor did he come to do the same old can’t afford to be
A lame-o in this day and age and at this stage of the game
Mediocrity can no longer be allowed to fly, so say bye
To the old, H-I to the new, que será
Consider it his last hurrah, the coup de grâce, raise ’em high
In the sky, keep ’em up, time to bring the place alive
Thanks for bein’ patient, I won’t make no more mistakes, shit, my
Potato’s baked, homie, the veggies on my plate can fly
My filet is smokin’ weed—yeah, faggot, the stakes are high
Shit, I ain’t even s’posed to be here by the grace of God
The skin on my teeth and a hair on my nuts, I skated by
Now y’all are on thin ice with ankle weights, I’d hate to lie
How fuckin’ irritated are you? How much in your face am I?
And ain’t shit you can do but fear it, Proof is here in spirit
And I’m his spittin’ image, I mirror it when I stand near it
Your pussy lyric, I “cunt” hear it
Who forms pyramids and raps circles around square lyricists?
Who? (Hey) Here’s a clue (Hey)
He came to the ball in his wife beater, lost his Nike shoe
It’s in your ass (Hey), he’s in your ass, he’s all up in your psyche too (Hey)
Now (Hey) what’s his name?
Cinderella Man, Cinderella Man (Hey)
Cinderella, Cinderella Man (Hey)
Cinderella Man (Hey, hey)
If I had a time machine
I’d be
Cinderella Man, Cinderella Man
Cinderella Man, Cinderella Man
Music is my time machine
So call me
Cinderella Man, Cinderella Man
Cinderella Man, Cinderella Man
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