Bad,bad Man Lyrics - You Can't See Me - John Cena

john cena (bad bad man) 

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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!