Bad, Bad Man lyrics

Artist  : John Cena 
Song : Bad, Bad Man



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 [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

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



[Chorus 2X: 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



[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 pussy 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 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!



[Chorus]