Cinderella Kill it

Once upon a time there was a girl called Cinderella

Her stepmother was wicked, might as well call her Cruella

Doing chores during the day, at night she's sleeping in the cellar

I think someone ought to tell her,

"You got hands Cinderella, You don't gotta grin, and bear it,

Yeah, I see you think, you're staring Out the window wishing for a prince to come

And save you

Girl, I really think our parents messed us up

Now we in Paris in 2011, 18 carats on my finger

Come and join us, get the glass slippers, bash it on their head

Shove your step sis out the way See the world, get the bread

You ain't no damsel in distress