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Eminem
Eminem


Background information
Birth name Marshall Bruce Mathers III
Born October 17, 1972
Origin Detroit, Michigan, U.S.
Genre(s) Hip-hop
Years active 1995—present
Label(s) Interscope Records
Shady Records
Aftermath Entertainment
Associated acts Jay-Z
D12
Royce da 5'9"
The Alchemist
50 Cent
Obie Trice
Website Website



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Eminem Lyrics

"Cinderella Man" lyrics


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.

Ahh ah ah ah eh eh eh eh ehhh

Yeah, haha
Feels good,
Whooo,
Guess I'm lucky,
Some of us don't get a second chance.
But I aint blowing this one.
Naw man, haha,
Shit I feel like I can do anything now

Who can catch lightning in a bottle
Set fire to water
Commin out the nozzle on the fire hose
Quiet as water

Cinderella man, cinderella man, cinderella man, cinderella man

Smash an hour glass
Grab the sand
Take his hands and cuff em
Spin around to freeze the clock
Take the hands of time and cuff em

Cinderella man, cinderella man, cinderella man, cinderella man

There's a storm commin that the weather man couldn't predict,
I start the ball prick you better flee cuz I get ticked
It's a rap, I was down, when I was down I was kicked
I got up
I'm bout to punch ya to the ground, ya trick,
It's a trap,
Fuck my last CD this shit's in my trash,
I be god damned 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 ya eyelashes, and keep winking and blown kisses
Cuz your flirting with death
I'm destroying your livelihood, I ain't just hurting your rep,
I catch a flow and get goin',
No remorse, I'm showinn they slowin, for no one,
Knowing there is nothing you can do about it
Zeroing on the target like a marksman,
The target is you,
I shut ya lane down,
Took ya spot, parked in it too,
Watchin it flow, lighter fluid, saliva what can ya do,
Go get ya crew to hype ya up stand behind you like whoooo!
That boys hot enough to melt hell burn Satan too,
Fry his ass, and put his ashes back together with glue,
See you can hate 'em, he don't blame you frankly he would too,
This game could ill afford to lose him,
How bout you?

Now guess who who (hey),
Heres a clue (hey),
He came to a ball in a wife beater
Lost his Nike shoe,
It's in ya ass (hey),
He's in ya ass, he's all up in ya psyche too,
Now what's his name

Cinderella man,
Cinderella man,
Cinderella man,
Cinderella,
Cinderella man,
Cinderella man,

If I had a time machine, I'm passin ya,
Cinderella man,
Cinderella man,
Cinderella man,
Cinderella man,
Music is my time machine ahhh ohhhhh,
Cinderella man,
Cinderella man,
Cinderella man,
Cinderella man,

Fuck catching lightning
He struck it
Screamed shut up and thunder,
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
Here's the shit right now he's

Cinderella man
Cinderella man
Cinerella man
Cinderella man...

Cinderella man
Send the fellow shady dang 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,
He can't afford to be a label in this day in 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 case of rock
Consider it his last hurrah,
Coup degrasse
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 potatoes baked,
Homie the veggies on my plate can fly,
My filet is smoking weed,
Get back if the stakes are high,
Shit I aint even suppose 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 are on thin ice
With ankle weights I hate to lie,
How fuckin irritated are you,
How much in ya face am I,
It aint shit you could do but fear it,
Proof is here in spirit
I'm the spittin image
I'll mirror it
When I stand near it,
Your pussy lyric,
I cunt hear it,
Who forms pyramids and raps circles around square lyricists,
Who?
Heres a clue
He came to the ball in his wifebeater,
Lost his nike shoe, it's in ya ass, he's in ya ass,
He's all up in ya psyche too

Cinderella man,
Cinderella man,
Cinderella man,
Cinderella,
Cinderella man,
Cinderella man,

If I had a time machine, I'm passin ya,
Cinderella man,
Cinderella man,
Cinderella man,
Cinderella man,

Music is my time machine ahhh ohhhhh,

Cinderella man,
Cinderella man,
Cinderella man,
Cinderella man

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