Cinderella Man

Lyricist: MARSHALL B. MATHERS III    Composer: MARSHALL B. MATHERS III

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) Amen (Feels good) Amen Amen (Guess I'm lucky)
Amen (Some of us don't get a second chance)
Amen (But I ain't blowing this one)
Amen (Nah, man)
Amen (Shit, I feel like I can do anything now)

Who can catch lightning in the bottle, set fire to water
Commin' out the nozzle on the fire hose, flyer than swatters
Cinderella man, Cinderella man (x2)

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 (x2)

There's a storm comin' that the weather man couldn't predict, I start the ball, prick, you better flee 'cause 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, that 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 blowin' kisses, 'cause 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 showin', they slowin' for no one
Knowin' there is nothing you can do about it, zeroin' 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, woo

That boy's hot enough to melt hell, burn Satan too, fry his ass, and put his asses back together with glue
See you can hate 'em, he don't blame you frankly he would too, this game could I'll afford to lose him, how bout you?
Now guess who who? Here's a clue, he came to a ball in a wife beater, lost his Nike shoe
It's in ya ass, he's in ya ass, he's all up in ya psyche, too, now what's his name

Cinderella man, Cinderella man (x2) Cinderella man

If I had a time machine, I'm passin' ya
Cinderella man, Cinderella man (x2)
Music is my time machine
Cinderella man, Cinderella man (x2)

Fuck catching lightnin', he struck it, screamed shut up and thundered
Flipped the world upside down and made it rain upward
Cinderella man, Cinderella man (x2)

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 (x2)

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 and age and at this stage of the game, mediocrity can no longer be allowed to fly, so say bye
To the O-H-I, to the new case of rock, consider it his last hurrah

The coupe de grace, raise 'em high in the sky, keep 'em up, time to bring the place alive, thanks for being 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 ain't 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'd hate to lie, how fuckin' irritated are you? How much in ya face am I?

It ain't shit you could do but fear it, Proof us here in spirit and I'm the spittin' image, I'll mirror it when I stand near it
Your pussy lyric, I couldn't hear it, who forms pyramids and raps circles around square lyrics?
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 (x2) Cinderella man

If I had a time machine, I'm passin' ya
Cinderella man, Cinderella man (x2)
Music is my time machine ah
Cinderella man, Cinderella man (x2)