john cena (bad bad man)   -----------------------   Aww, you done did it now   Chaos you shoulda put this one in the vault man!   They not ready - they don't know what's comin man!   Oh we gonna drop this on 'em right here   Y'all ain't ready for this, Y'ALL AIN'T READY FOR NONE OF THIS!      Your boy's a bad man, and we invadin the streets   Make unclever rappers scurred, they be droppin the heat   Shocked the world, now I'm standin alone   I flip fools like them clamshell cellular phones   You can't help but nod your head to the track   Fuck the watered down rap, we be takin it back   Give it to me straight - ain't no chasin it   Check yourself in the mirror - ain't no facin it   Cause you, playin the role and you plannin to fold   This the masterplan, we got the planet on hold   We all over the streets like your favorite sneaker   Breakin up your sound like a drive-through speaker   Everything that I be spittin is strong   After I rock, fast forward through the rest of the song   We the monkeywrench, that's gonna ruin your plan   And don't fuck with John Cena - I'm a BAD, BAD MAN         With the mic in my hands I'm a bad man   Even in a fight with the hands I'm a bad man   Livin in the streets all my life I'm a bad man   I'm a bad man, I'm a bad man         We devils - rockin ambient levels   We set loose among hot tunes to instrumentals   And cats got one-liners, I drop several   And I think it's funny you choose, losin progress   or runnin in place; we makin moves, and y'all settle   I rip rappers and take responsibility   for makin future hall-of-famers look third rate   Y'all are lost for words like conversation on your worst first date   and ride beats, creep through side streets   Looseleaf notepads that's where rhymes leak   Punchlines - man, don't even beg   I got knee-slappin tracks, y'all brusin your leg   You a rhyme writer - funny man, that's a joke   You ain't worthy of bein my secretary man that's a quote   I flood tracks like cracks in boats   And pussy rappers choked up with they own lines in they throat      [Chorus]         TURN UP THE MICROPHONE and see me I'm a beast   MC's and they beats is what I eat, 16 I'll leave you in the street   My rhymes are sicker than gangrene in both feet   It's spreadin up the leg, and headed for the head   Your rhymes are whack your style is proof that the brain corrosion   is fuckin with your chosen flows, I'm nice with mics   My hands'll break your nose like Mikey Tyson   Fightin in his prime, one rhyme   And I shake up the room one time, BOOM! To the jaw   Your face is a coat type raw   And the blood and snot they mix, jelly on the floor   My love is cop them bricks, belly on the floor   I rob you, you soft and you really ain't a problem   I solve you, 357 long nose revolve you   Acid in your face, bad look, dissolve you   I'm a bad, bad man      Yeah, check it out   It's Bumpy Knuckles baby   And I want you to say hello to the BAD, BAD, MAN - C'MON!