John Cena - Freestyle lyrics

[Fan] Yo Cena! [John Cena] What you got here man? [Fan] Man, Cena, your stuff is wack You're just a white boy, who think he's black You ain't the real deal You need to get your [?] but down to the show [?] to get yourself a free meal And what's the deal with this word life You're just a poor white boy, with no wife Aw Cena, don't cry and pout Looks like Kurt Angle's gonna make you tap out [John Cena] Yo. That freestyle was wack I couldn't wait for it to end I got not wife, but you got a boyfriend What you gonna do? Trying to battle with me Rip you in front of your crew like it didn't happen to me The difference is, I'm real and you're fony My style's fat, like Siragusa, Tony Yo what you gonna do, you can't hurt me A threat from both sides of the plate like Eddie Murray But don't worry I get straight up in your face It's Jo' Cena, 'bout to blow the roof of the place There's no mercy, so don't worry, I'm dirty I'll bleed you 'till you burgundy, what? Yo, you can't hurt me I physically murdered Jeez Yo it's absurd to me you can't see this With telescopic lenses I'm cracy like twenty inch rims on them Benzes You don't think I can rap? You calling me black? What's up with that? Yo I teach you straight how to act Yo this is ill this John Cena's committee You from Baltimore but I straight run the city Down and gritty, yo it's time to get dirty Wave your hands up I don't care if you're four or thirty! Wazzup! (Crowd cheering: CENA! CENA!) Yo, that's right That's right baby Cause I'm ill like a sick metaphore Got the crowd chanting Cena like they want some more Yo, hand in front of my face you can't see me You probably heard me rip MC's on 92.3 That's right, hold up your hands wave 'em high That's was a nice diss but it was a wack a** try You can't fly with me, C E N A It's a freestyle rap baby we don't play I come of the dome like every day Come at you from both sides like lesbian three ways What up! (Crowd cheering and booing)