John Cena
Oh you done did it now.
Chaos, you should have put this one in the vault, man.
They not ready, they don't know what's coming man.
Oh we gonna drop this on them right here.
Y'all aint ready for this. Y'all aint ready for none of this.
Your boy's a bad man, and we invading the streets.
Make unclever rappers scurred, they be dropping the heat.
Shocked the world, now I'm standing 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 taking it back.
Give it to me straight, ain't no chasing it.
Check yourself in the mirror, ain't no facing it.
Cause you playing the role and you planning to fold.
This the masterplan, we got the planet on hold.
We all over the streets like your favorite sneaker.
Breaking up your sound like a drive-through speaker.
Everything that I be spitting is strong.
After I rock, fast forward through the rest of this song.
We the monkey wrench that's gonna ruin your plan.
Don't ____ with John Cena, I'm a bad bad man.
Chorus
With the mic in my hands, I'm a bad man.
Even in a fight with my hands, I'm a bad man.
Living 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.
Living 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, rocking ambient levels.
We set loose among hot tunes to instrumentals.
And cats got one-liners, I drop several.
Man I think its funny you choose losing progress.
Running in place, we making moves, and y'all settle.
I rip rappers and take responsibility
for making future hall of famers look third rate.
Y'all are loss for words like conversation on your worst first date.
And ride beats, creep through side streets.
loose leaf, notepads, that's where rhymes leak.
Punchlines, man, don't even beg.
I got knee-slapping tracks, y'all, bruising your leg.
You a rhyme writer buddy, man, that's a joke.
You aint worth of being my secretary man that's a quote.
I flood tracks like cracks in boats.
And _____ rappers chocked up with their own lines and they croak.
Chorus
With the mic in my hands, I'm a bad man.
Even in a fight with my hands, I'm a bad man.
Living 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.
Living in the streets all my life, I'm a bad man.
I'm a bad man. I'm a bad man.
Bumpy Knuckles
Turn up the microphone and see me, I'm a beast MC's and
they beats is what I eat. Sixteen. I'll leave you in the street.
My rhymes are sicker than gangrene on both feet.
It's spreading up the leg and headed for the head.
Your rhymes are whack, your style is proof that the brain corrosion
is _______ with your chosen flows, I'm nice with mics.
My hands'll break your nose like Mikey Tyson.
Fighting 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!
Chorus
With the mic in my hands, I'm a bad man.
Even in a fight with my hands, I'm a bad man.
Living 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.
Living in the streets all my life, I'm a bad man.
I'm a bad man. I'm a bad man.
