John Cena - BAD BAD MAN lyrics
rate me[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 trackFuck 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' it'cause 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 fuck with john
cena - i'm a bad, bad man[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 manWith 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 firstDateAnd 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 pussy rappers choked up with they own lines in they
throat[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 manWith 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[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 theStreetMy
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 brainCorrosionIs fuckin' 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![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 manWith 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
