John Cena - Bad, Bad Man Lyrics
[John Cena]Aww, you done did it nowChaos 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 hereY'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 streetsMake unclever rappers scurred, they be droppin the heatShocked the world, now I'm standin aloneI flip fools like them clamshell cellular phonesYou can't help but nod your head to the track***** the watered down rap, we be takin it backGive it to me straight - ain't no chasin itCheck yourself in the mirror - ain't no facin itCause you, playin the role and you plannin to foldThis the masterplan, we got the planet on holdWe all over the streets like your favorite sneakerBreakin up your sound like a drive-through speakerEverything that I be spittin is strongAfter I rock, fast forward through the rest of the songWe the monkeywrench, that's gonna ruin your planAnd don't ***** with John Cena - I'm a BAD, BAD MAN[Chorus 2X: Bumpy Knuckles]With the mic in my hands I'm a bad manEven in a fight with the hands I'm a bad manLivin in the streets all my life I'm a bad manI'm a bad man, I'm a bad man[Tha Trademarc]We devils - rockin ambient levelsWe set loose among hot tunes to instrumentalsAnd cats got one-liners, I drop severalAnd I think it's funny you choose, losin progressor runnin in place; we makin moves, and y'all settleI rip rappers and take responsibilityfor makin future hall-of-famers look third rateY'all are lost for words like conversation on your worst first dateand ride beats, creep through side streetsLooseleaf notepads that's where rhymes leakPunchlines - man, don't even begI got knee-slappin tracks, y'all brusin your legYou a rhyme writer - funny man, that's a jokeYou ain't worthy of bein my secretary man that's a quoteI flood tracks like cracks in boatsAnd ***** rappers choked up with they own lines in they throat[Chorus][Bumpy Knuckles a.k.a. Freddie Foxxx]TURN UP THE MICROPHONE and see me I'm a beastMC's and they beats is what I eat, 16 I'll leave you in the streetMy rhymes are sicker than gangrene in both feetIt's spreadin up the leg, and headed for the headYour rhymes are whack your style is proof that the brain corrosionis *****in with your chosen flows, I'm nice with micsMy hands'll break your nose like Mikey TysonFightin in his prime, one rhymeAnd I shake up the room one time, BOOM! To the jawYour face is a coat type rawAnd the blood and snot they mix, jelly on the floorMy love is cop them bricks, belly on the floorI rob you, you soft and you really ain't a problemI solve you, 357 long nose revolve youAcid in your face, bad look, dissolve youI'm a bad, bad manYeah, check it outIt's Bumpy Knuckles babyAnd I want you to say hello to the BAD, BAD, MAN - C'MON![Chorus]
