Superman Lyrics – Eminem
Adding to Eminem’s collection of songs expressing his anger against ex-wife Kim Mathers, “Superman” contains a lot of harsh truths about the kinds of women that Eminem interacts with, partially due to his fame; however, Eminem may be trying to detail a sort of enlightenment in this song that, even though it has come as the result of suffering, he values.| Song Name : | Superman |
| Album / Movie : | The Eminem Show |
| Singer : | Eminem |
| Music Label : | Shady, Aftermath, Interscope |
| Cast : | Eminem |
MhmmYou high baby?YeahYeah? (Hahaha)Talk to meYou want me to tell you somethin’?Uh-huhI know what you wanna hear
‘Cause I know you want me, babyI think I want you too(I think I love you, baby)I think I love you tooI’m here to save you girlCome be in Shady’s worldI wanna grow togetherLet’s let our love unfurl
You know you want me, babyYou know I want you tooThey call me SupermanI’m here to rescue youI wanna save you, girlCome be in Shady’s world(Ooh boy, you drive me crazy)Bitch, you make me hurl
They call me SupermanLeap tall hoes in a single boundI’m single now, got no ring on this finger nowI’ll never let another chick bring me downIn a relationship, save it bitchBabysit? You make me sickSuperman ain’t savin’ shitGirl, you can jump on Shady’s dick
Straight from the hip, cut to the chaseI’ll tell a mo’fuckin’ slut to her facePlay no games, say no namesEver since I broke up with what’s her faceI’m a different man, kiss my assKiss my lips, bitch why ask?Kiss my dick, hit my cashI’d rather have you whip my ass
Don’t put out? I’ll put you outWon’t get out? I’ll push you outPuss blew out, poppin’ shitWouldn’t piss on fire to put you outAm I too nice? Buy you ice?Bitch, if you died, wouldn’t buy you lifeWhat you tryin’ to be, my new wife?What you Mariah? Fly through twice
But I do know one thing thoughBitches they come, they goSaturday through Sunday, MondayMonday through Sunday, yoMaybe I’ll love you one dayMaybe we’ll someday grow‘Til then just sit your drunk assOn that fuckin’ runway, hoe
‘Cause I can’t be your SupermanCan’t be your SupermanCan’t be your SupermanCan’t be your Superman
I can’t be your SupermanCan’t be your SupermanCan’t be your SupermanYour Superman, your Superman
Don’t get me wrong, I love these hoesIt’s no secret everybody knowsYeah, we fucked, bitch, so what?That’s about as far as your buddy goesWe’ll be friends I’ll call you againI’ll chase you around every bar you attendYou’ll never know what kind of car I’ll be inWe’ll see how much you’ll be partying then
You don’t want that, neither do II don’t wanna flip when I see you with guysToo much pride between you and INot a jealous man, but females lieBut I guess that’s just what sluts doHow could it ever be just us two?I never loved you enough to trust youWe just met and I just fucked you
But I do know one thing thoughBitches they come they goSaturday through Sunday, MondayMonday through Sunday, yoMaybe I’ll love you one dayMaybe we’ll someday grow‘Til then just sit your drunk assOn that fuckin’ runway, hoe
I know you want me, babyI think I want you too(I think I love you, baby)I think I love you tooI’m here to save you girlCome be in Shady’s worldI wanna grow togetherLet’s let our love unfurl
You know you want me, babyYou know I want you tooThey call me SupermanI’m here to rescue youI wanna save you girlCome be in Shady’s world(Ooh boy, you drive me crazy)Bitch, you make me hurl
First thing you saidI’m not fazedI hang around big stars all dayI don’t see what the big deal is anywayYou’re just plain ol’ Marshall to me
Ooh yeah, girl, run that gameHailie Jade? I love that nameLove that tattoo, what’s that say?Rot In Pieces?Uh, that’s great
First off you don’t know MarshallAt all, so don’t grow partialThat’s ammo for my arsenalI’ll slap you off that bar stoolThere goes another lawsuitLeave handprints all across youGood Lordy-wody, you must be gone off that water bottle
You want what you can’t haveOoh girl, that’s too damn badDon’t touch what you can’t grabEnd up with two backhandsPut Anthrax on a TampaxAnd slap you ’til you can’t standGirl, you just blew your chanceDon’t mean to ruin your plans
But I do know one thing thoughBitches they come they goSaturday through Sunday, MondayMonday through Sunday, yoMaybe I’ll love you one dayMaybe we’ll someday grow‘Til then just sit your drunk assOn that fuckin’ runway, hoe
I know you want me, babyI think I want you too(I think I love you, baby)I think I love you tooI’m here to save you, girlCome be in Shady’s worldI wanna grow togetherLet’s let our love unfurl
You know you want me, babyYou know I want you tooThey call me SupermanI’m here to rescue youI wanna save you girlCome be in Shady’s world(Ooh boy, you drive me crazy)Bitch, you make me hurl
‘Cause I can’t be your SupermanCan’t be your SupermanCan’t be your SupermanCan’t be your SupermanI can’t be your SupermanCan’t be your SupermanCan’t be your SupermanYour Superman, your Superman
‘Cause I can’t be your SupermanCan’t be your SupermanCan’t be your SupermanCan’t be your SupermanI can’t be your SupermanCan’t be your SupermanCan’t be your SupermanYour Superman, your Superman