Bad Bad Man hits and John Cena walks out to the ring, to a huge pop from the crowd. He rips the mic out of the ring announcer's hand. He motions to a DJ, who starts playing the beat to Eminem's Without Me.

Guess who's back
Back again
Cena's back
Tell a friend

He gestures for the DJ to cut the beat. "Aight, enough ********' around. Y'all know what I'm here for. Gold, bitches! Yo, the p***y in the back with that EEW World Title best check this."

Yo, Shadow, best give up ya belt
Might be best for ya health
I'm cuttin' down bitches while you cuttin' yourself
One match you got six months on the shelf

Like Micheal Jackson I'm a thrilla
Like Ice Ice Baby I'm vanilla
Like Chris Benoit I'm a natural killa <********' you up like my name Godzilla

Straight-up Boston, man I ain't afraid to rush ya
Best start runnin' cause my rhymes'll crush ya
Dawg, I lay down more burn than Usher
That's it, game over, hit the bricks ******** tell me John you're big with the kids
Well it's time JC got X rated
Being cheered by fourth graders is overrated
Last chance to run, your boy's on the attack
Your moves blow like Mystique in the sack
Blowin' up E-E-Dub like they call it Iraq
Face the music bitches: John Cena's back!