That freestyle was wack, I couldn't wait for it to end!
I got no wife, but you got a boyfriend!
Whatcha gonna do, trying to battle with me?
Rip you in front of your crew like 'it didn't happen to me!' The difference is I'm real and you're phony. My style's phat like Saragusa, Tony.
Yo whatcha gonna do, you can't hurt me.
I'm a threat from both sides of the plate like Eddie Murray!
But dont worry. I get straight up in your face.
It's John Cena, about to blow the roof off the place!
It's No Mercy, so don't worry, I'm dirty, I bleed you til you're burgundy.
What? Yo you can't hurt me, I physically murder g's, yo it's absurd to me.
You can't see this with telescopic lenses.
I'm crazy like 20 inch rims on them Benz's.
You dont think I can rap, you calling me black, what's up with that?!
Yo, I teach you straight how to act.
Yo, this is ill, it's John Cena's commitee.
You're from Baltimore but I straight run the city! Down and gritty, yo it's time to get dirty. Wave your hands up I don't care if you're four or thirty! Wassup?! Yo that's right, that's right baby! Cause i'm ill like a sick metaphor. Got the crowd chanting 'Cena' like they want some more. Yo, hand in front of my face you can't see me. You probably heard me ripping MC's on ninety two point three. Thas right hold up your hands, wave em high.
That was a nice diss, but it was a wack ass try.
You cant fly with me, C-E-N-A. It's a freestyle rap, baby we don't play. I come off the dome like everyday. Come at you from both sides like lesbian three-ways.
