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JOHN CENA lyrics : "Bad, Bad Man"

[john cena]
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
$#&@ 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 $#&@ with john cena - i'm a bad, bad man


[bumpy knuckles]
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


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

[tha trademarc]

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 #~!!@ rappers choked up with they own lines in they
throat


[bumpy knuckles]
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


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


[bumpy knuckles a.k.a. freddie fo$%&^]
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 $#&@in' 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!

[bumpy knuckles]
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

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

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