[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)