[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