john cena

i luv diz dude i think hez hot hez fine && sexii && i luv hez songz here they r

 

herez him rap battlein

 

www.youtube.com/watch?v=tLzgC0NL11k

 

www.youtube.com/watch?v=Szou7F6mYQ0&feature=related

 

 

"Don't Fuck With Us"

 

[John Cena]

We keep it hoppin like the cars with the shocks

We spittin heat on your block

We new to the game, but runnin the spot

Numbin your knot, with basslines that'll make ya neck break

This rook'll take your queen and put ya king in checkmate

Open your mind without makin ya meditate

We real champs; y'all just featherweight

Time to get it straight, I push your wig back

Crew loaded up with extra bread like a Big Mac

Beefin with us? We're leavin you face down

Stompin bitch rappers like I'm straight outta A-Town

Runnin the playground like it was a track meet

Shoes on the whip that be bigger than Shaq's feet

We into big things, bank account's overgrown

All types of cheese - swiss, cheddar, provolone

Guaranteed to burn wax like candles

Track hittin hard to the head like shots of Jack Daniels

 

[Chorus 2X: John Cena]

Y'all, bitch, crews, don't wanna fuck with us

Y'all bound, to, lose, another one bites the dust

 

[Tha Trademarc]

It's Trademarc the truth, laid back, aloof

I'm God, as if you needed some proof

You ain't hard I can see it on you, I need a roof

Fuck a droptop, crop if I'm creepin on you

Click-clack nickelback knickknacks if you got heaters on you

Spittin back live rounders, with five pounders

If we meetin on two, I put a beatin on you

Your sound's tired buddy, that's why I'm sleepin on you

We lean back in the ride, with cream stackin the rawhide

The sound of God slide with a raw vibe

Straight military camel clothes ash brown boots

So sick, I've been handlin flows, since enamel was gold tooth

And branded by low

You cold fuck like eskimo hoes at 7 below

You slow, you be the last to think

My hands seen more fuckin dirt than bathroom sinks

 

[Chorus]

 

[John Cena]

I got punks, dumps and switches, dump chumpses bitches

We feed you to the sharks, you can sleep with the fishes

Clean you like dishes but I ain't no busboy

You ain't family, you ain't earnin my trust boy

Seen too many bitches that'll double cross ya

We bring more drama than the Laker roster

Get the click pissed, ain't nobody can save ya

Throw heat without lookin like Fernando Valenzuela

 

[Tha Trademarc]

Marc Predka's the name, the rest of you lame

I'm ego drivin, seen with different women, every size and frame

I refine my game by fuckin famous bitches

But it's all the same, it's just ex to the next

for sex or brain, misses or Mrs.

Married or not, my game don't stop

It's cars bars bonds and stocks you ain't see my flow

Y'all are small-time suckers like a knee-high hoe

 

[Chorus]

 

 

"Bad, Bad Man"

 

[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 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 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]

 

 

"Basic Thugonomics"

 

 

"So... you think you're untouchable?"

 

[Chorus: John Cena - scratched by DJ Chaos]

Word life! This is basic thugonomics

This is ba-basic thugomoics

Word life! {*scratching*}

"I'm untouchable, but I'm forcin you to feel me" - Esoteric

Word life! This is bas-{*scratch*}

Basic thugo-{*scratch*}-thugo-{*scratch*}-thugonomics

Word life! {*scratching*}

"I'm untouchable, but I'm forcin you to feel me" - Esoteric

 

[Verse One: John Cena]

Whether fightin, or spittin, my discipline is unforgiven

Got you backin up, in a defensive position

An ass-kickin anthem, heavyweight or bantam

Holdin camps for ransom, the microphone phantom

Teams hit the floor, this the new fight joint

Like a broken needle kid, you missin the point!

We dominate your conference with offense that's no nonsense

My theme song hits, get your reinforcements!

We strike quick with hard kicks, duckin ice picks

Bare-knuckle men through fight pits, beat you lifeless

Never survive this! Get forget like Alzheimer's

Two-face rappers, walk away with four shiners

The raw rhymer, turnin legends to old-timers

My incisor's like a viper, bitin through your one-liners!

New Deadman Inc. - and we about to make you famous

Takin over Earth and still kickin in Uranus!

 

[Chorus]

 

[Verse Two: Esoteric]

You ain't advanced enough to process potential phonetical concepts

The objects are foreign, like blot tests

Sponsored sex, a complex, regardless of your finesse

or your fitness, it's the condition of business

Your lame vision of a underground, physical image

You're underneath to undermine your whole, typical image

With the precision of percentages, and the collision of sedatives

Poetry, beats, and mics - we untouchable

like righteous sluts with no crevices

Streets unite, we rock right over dumber beats

Yo' cats couldn't come this hot if they {jerked} off in the summer heat

Forget two takes, kill y'all birds the first time

Yo' best {shit} ain't, worthy of my filler or worst rhymes

I'm better than nice, check the veteran stripes

Leave you beside yourself with fear, I kill you, and bury you twice

Despite the cover of night, trackin' your flight

Like guerilla warfare, where the grass is dense

Approachin me is a quick way to get referred to in the past tense

Dead that! When the light to mic is on

The crowd is dead like the intermission when you on the Titantron

 

[Chorus]

 

 

"Make It Loud"

 

[John Cena at a live show]

It's the joint baby, GOTTA MAKE IT LOUD [crowd cheers]

SO LET ME HEAR SOME NOISE FROM THE CROWD [more cheering]

 

[Tazz] That's noise!

 

[Chorus 2X: John Cena]

It's the joint baby, gotta make it loud

Get the point yo you gotat make it loud

Everybody in the club make it loud

SO LET ME HEAR SOME NOISE FROM THE CROWD

 

[John Cena]

Yeah, yeah

We came to kick the door down, it's time to hit the floor now

Yo... we got some shit in store now

So; clap your hands while we let the sax blow

Not quite Krispy Kreme, but we came to stack dough

We ain't maxed yo, we just try and get this money right

Bills made of Spandex, I still keep my money tight

Never stoppin, all I see is the money like

the kid on the mic is too +Raw+ for your Monday night

If you got in free, or your fuckin cover's paid

Bounce to this motherfucker like you was some Rubbermaid

This ain't that Cristal sippin type shit

It's that bottle breakin, startin riot type shit

So jump up and down 'til ya break the floor

Yo we keep it underground like a basement tour

East coast reppin, stretchin out to L.A.

Not double oh seven but we +Die Another Day+, what

 

[Chorus]

 

[Tha Trademarc]

I tear up any track, front to back

Like Roy Jones takin on fifty year-old cats

makin comebacks, where you at, cats spit soft shit

like whispers and gloves, I'm not hearin that

It's all love maybe if you wanna rub baby

Anything but that, step back lady

Trademarc, John Cena, clubbin it up

We got Chaos on the one and two, cuttin it up

I'm all about laid back, don't jock, I hate that

I see through haters games, don't mistake that

I still got love if you buyin our shit

If you claim you hatin us, but you ridin our dicks

Everybody hear the name, Marc Predka

It's gonna ring like an echo for years, I never left ya

All y'all raise your glass to this shit

Cause Trademarc's the head of the class of misfits

 

[Chorus]

 

[John Cena]

We steal your top spot, and you not gettin your number back

Chop down competition like I was a lumberjack

Clear out the club floor, we keep 'em comin back

Tough to bring down like an overweight runningback

Yeah - and we blaze 'em baby

Trademarc, John Cena, we amazin baby

Yo we tear up any crew, leave a motherfucker worn

Y'all are just soft like some Cinemax porn

 

[Tha Trademarc]

I move a crowd like a bomb scare

Grab the mic when we hittin it right, if you want fear

Some say Trademarc, he ain't all there

We old school like when Sonny, was on Cher

Take it back like a Richard Pyror 8-track

And grab a chunk of your change like a state tax

Man please, we want platinum plaques

I want cream, green, cheddar cheese, to grab in stacks

 

[Chorus]

 

[scratching Trademarc to fade]

"Chaos on the one and two, cuttin it up"

"That's that shit!"

 

[crowd chanting] "Ce-na, Ce-na, Ce-na" [at the end]

 

"my time is now"

 

[Chorus: John Cena]

Your time is up, my time is now

You can't see me, my time is now

It's the franchise, boy I'm shinin now

You can't see me, my time is now!

 

[John Cena]

In case you forgot or fell off I'm still hot - knock your shell off

My money stack fat plus I can't turn the swell off

The franchise, doin big bid'ness, I live this

It's automatic I win this - oh you hear those horns, you finished

A soldier, and I stay under you fightin

Plus I'm stormin on you chumps like I'm thunder and lightning

Ain't no way you breakin me kid, I'm harder than nails

Plus I keep it on lock, like I'm part of the jail

I'm slaughterin stale, competition, I got the whole block wishin

they could run with my division but they gone fishin -

- with no bait, kid your boy hold weight

I got my soul straight, I brush your mouth like Colgate

In any weather I'm never better your boy's so hot

you'll never catch me in the next man's sweater

If they hate, let 'em hate, I drop ya whole clan

Lay yo' ass DOWN for the three second TAN

 

[Chorus]

 

[Tha Trademarc]

Yeah, uhh

It's gon' be what it's gon' be

Five pounds of courage buddy, bass tint pants with a gold T

Uhh - it's a war dance and victory step

A raw stance is a gift, when you insist it's my rep

John Cena, Trademarc, y'all are so-so

And talk about the bread you make but don't know the recipe for dough though

Aimin guns in all your photos, that's a no-no

When this pop, you'll liplock, your big talk's a blatant no-show

See what happens when the ice age melt

You see monetary status is not what matters, but it helps

I rock a timepiece by Benny if any

The same reason y'all could love me is the same reason y'all condemn me

A man's measured by the way that he thinks

Not clothing lines, ice links, leather and minks

I spent 20 plus years seekin knowledge of self

So for now Marc Predka's livin live for wealth

 

[Chorus - repeat 2X]

 

 

(theirz more but these i luv da mozt)

 

(here da videoz)

 

(make it loud) www.youtube.com/watch?v=V02Sz51ySV0

 

(basic thugonomics) www.youtube.com/watch?v=n8Guq9KRQgA

 

(dont fuck with us) www.youtube.com/watch?v=oAs4-nEH0rE

 

(bad bad man) www.youtube.com/watch?v=_lKuoF3qz-w&feature=related

 

(my time is now) www.youtube.com/watch?v=_JAa3NvP6f4

 

 

(&& hez a wwe wrestler 2 =])

Done