[John Cena]
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Aww, you done did it now
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Chaos you shoulda put this one in the vault man!
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They not ready - they don't know what's comin man!
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Oh we gonna drop this on 'em right here
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Y'all ain't ready for this, Y'ALL AIN'T READY FOR NONE OF THIS!
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Your boy's a bad man, and we invadin the streets
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Make unclever rappers scurred, they be droppin the heat
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Shocked the world, now I'm standin alone
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I flip fools like them clamshell cellular phones
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You can't help but nod your head to the track
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Fuck the watered down rap, we be takin it back
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Give it to me straight - ain't no chasin it
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Check yourself in the mirror - ain't no facin it
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Cause you, playin the role and you plannin to fold
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This the masterplan, we got the planet on hold
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We all over the streets like your favorite sneaker
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Breakin up your sound like a drive-through speaker
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Everything that I be spittin is strong
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After I rock, fast forward through the rest of the song
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We the monkeywrench, that's gonna ruin your plan
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And don't fuck with John Cena - I'm a BAD, BAD MAN
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[Chorus 2X: Bumpy Knuckles]
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With the mic in my hands I'm a bad man
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Even in a fight with the hands I'm a bad man
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Livin in the streets all my life I'm a bad man
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I'm a bad man, I'm a bad man
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[Tha Trademarc]
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We devils - rockin ambient levels
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We set loose among hot tunes to instrumentals
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And cats got one-liners, I drop several
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And I think it's funny you choose, losin progress
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or runnin in place; we makin moves, and y'all settle
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I rip rappers and take responsibility
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for makin future hall-of-famers look third rate
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Y'all are lost for words like conversation on your worst first date
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and ride beats, creep through side streets
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Looseleaf notepads that's where rhymes leak
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Punchlines - man, don't even beg
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I got knee-slappin tracks, y'all brusin your leg
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You a rhyme writer - funny man, that's a joke
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You ain't worthy of bein my secretary man that's a quote
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I flood tracks like cracks in boats
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And pussy rappers choked up with they own lines in they throat
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[Chorus]
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[Bumpy Knuckles a.k.a. Freddie Foxxx]
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TURN UP THE MICROPHONE and see me I'm a beast
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MC's and they beats is what I eat, 16 I'll leave you in the street
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My rhymes are sicker than gangrene in both feet
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It's spreadin up the leg, and headed for the head
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Your rhymes are whack your style is proof that the brain corrosion
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is fuckin with your chosen flows, I'm nice with mics
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My hands'll break your nose like Mikey Tyson
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Fightin in his prime, one rhyme
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And I shake up the room one time, BOOM! To the jaw
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Your face is a coat type raw
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And the blood and snot they mix, jelly on the floor
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My love is cop them bricks, belly on the floor
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I rob you, you soft and you really ain't a problem
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I solve you, 357 long nose revolve you
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Acid in your face, bad look, dissolve you
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I'm a bad, bad man
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Yeah, check it out
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It's Bumpy Knuckles baby
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And I want you to say hello to the BAD, BAD, MAN - C'MON!
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[Chorus]
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Bad, Bad Man
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John Cena |