Bad, Bad Man

Lyrics

[Intro: 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 coming, 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! [Verse 1: John Cena] Your boy's a bad man, and we invading the streets Make unclever rappers scurred, they be dropping the heat Shocked the world, now I'm standing 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 taking it back Give it to me straight - ain't no chasing it Check yourself in the mirror - ain't no facing it 'Cause you, playing the role and you planning to fold This the master plan, we got the planet on hold We all over the streets like your favorite sneaker Breaking up your sound like a drive-through speaker Everything that I be spitting 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 [Hook 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 Living in the streets all my life I'm a bad man I'm a bad man, I'm a bad man [Verse 2: Tha Trademarc] We devils - rocking 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, losing progress Or running in place; we makin moves, and y'all settle I rip rappers and take responsibility For making 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-slapping tracks, y'all brusin' your leg You a rhyme writer - funny man, that's a joke You ain't worthy of being 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 [Hook 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 Living in the streets all my life I'm a bad man I'm a bad man, I'm a bad man [Verse 3: Bumpy Knuckles/Freddie Foxxx] TURN UP THE MICROPHONE and feed 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 spreading up the leg, and headed for the head Your rhymes are whack your style is proof that the brain corrosion Is fucking with your chosen flows, I'm nice with mics My hands'll break your nose like Mikey Tyson Fighting 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 copping bricks, belly on the floor I'll rob you, you soft and you really ain't a problem I'll solve you, 357 long nose revolve you Acid in your face, bad look, dissolve you I'm a bad, bad man [Interlude: Bumpy Knuckles/Freddie Foxxx] Yeah, check it out It's Bumpy Knuckles, baby And I want you to say hello to the BAD, BAD, MAN - C'MON! [Hook 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 Living in the streets all my life I'm a bad man I'm a bad man, I'm a bad man