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Yo Cena! your time is up,
you can't see me, you phony chump
You ain't a franchise your a poseur punk
You can't see me, your s**t gets sunk


You started off a dumb jock who couldn't make the nfl,
So you stepped inside the ring and re-invented yourself
Every match you fell off the fans didn't acknowledge,
Now your claiming "word life" but thugs don't goto college
You gets no love or any gold with the leather and
Now I jack your beat and make it hot like the weathermen
You couldn't fix s**t if you had McGuyver theories,
And you ONLY got over cus ya joined Team Angle at survior series
Your just a straight up joke,
Battle rapping fake fans with some rhymes you pre-wrote
Actually you were handed those quotes by some 40 something white folks,
Up in the offices they were sick of all your losses
So they figured out away to get you on the front page,
But your a Boston Baked b***h just like those cowards who jumped Cage
I could say Vanilla Ice but that's to damn typical,
Plus it insults Rob Van Winkle ,b***h!



Yeah, uhh
You just immitate,duplicate copy and mimic,
You and Vince watched 8 mile then came up with your gimmick
You think your innovative? Your just a fake a** clown.
And that F.U. aint nothing but a lame-a** firemans takedown
But somehow it got you the gold around your waist,
And then conveniently your cd came out the next day
With the title on the cover and I'm like "what the ******** is this?",
And that belts got a spinner, and it insults this whole ******** business
And now toys get destroyed.
Your just a marketing ploy you ain't no real b-boy
Cus real rappers do it big d**k style your null and void,
Little weiner John Cena needs ta stop injecting steroids
And I don't care if your bigger than me son,
cus the uwa's got my back but i'll still go one to one
I ******** live this, cus I write this...and your like,
"Word Life......this is basic wiggeritis"