Eminem – Cinderella Man Lyrics

 

Cinderella Man Lyrics by Eminem

 

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, amen)
Feels good (Amen, amen)
Guess I’m lucky (Amen, amen)
Some of us don’t get a second chance
But I ain’t blowin’ this one (Amen, amen)
Nah, man
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 the 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 the 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 trick
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 the 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 ya, frankly, he would, too
This game could ill afford to lose him, how ’bout you?

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
Now (Hey, hey) What’s his name?

(Cinderella man, Cinderella man, Cinderella)
(Cinderella man, 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, cinder fellow, 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 sera, consider it his last hurrah
The coup de gráce, raise ’em high in the sky
Keep ’em up, time to bring the place alive
Thanks for bein’ patient, I will make no more mistakes, shit
My potato’s baked, homie, the veggies on my plate comply
My filet is smokin’ weed, yeah, faggot, the stakes are high
Shit, I ain’t even supposed to be here by the grace of God
The skin on my teeth and the hair on my nuts, I skated by
Now y’all on thin ice with ankle weights, I’d hate to lie
How fuckin’ irritated are you? How much in your face am I?
It 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
Now (Hey, hey) What’s his name?

(Cinderella man, Cinderella man, Cinderella)
(Cinderella man, Cinderella man, hey, hey)

If I had a time machine
(Cinderella man, Cinderella man)
(Cinderella man, Cinderella man) I’d be
Music is my time machine, so call me
(Cinderella man, Cinderella man)
(Cinderella man, Cinderella man)