conversations.from: human
conversations.value: Write me a song called Cinderella Man with the following description: Like Russell Crowe in the 2005 movie Cinderella Man—playing a boxer who makes a comeback—Eminem has retaken the “belt” as rap’s welterweight champion. “Cinderella Man” was certified Platinum by the RIAA on February 28th, 2018.
  Later, this song was used in a trailer for Run All Night. Make sure the lyrics are different from the original song.
conversations.from: gpt
conversations.value: [Intro: Eminem & 
  Kobe
  ]
  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
  [Verse 1: Eminem & 
  Kobe
  ]
  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? [Pre-Chorus: Eminem & 
  Kobe
  ]
  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?
  [Chorus: Kobe]
  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
  [Verse 2: Eminem & 
  Kobe
  ]
  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? [Pre-Chorus: Eminem & 
  Kobe
  ]
  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?
  [Chorus: Kobe]
  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