Basic Thugonomics - John Cena Lyrics - Wrestling

"So... you think you're untouchable?" 

[Chorus: John Cena - scratched by DJ Chaos] 

Word life! This is basic thugonomics 

This is ba-basic thugomoics 

Word life! {*scratching*} 

"I'm untouchable, but I'm forcin you to feel me" - Esoteric 

Word life! This is bas-{*scratch*} 

Basic thugo-{*scratch*}-thugo-{*scratch*}-thugonomics 

Word life! {*scratching*} 

"I'm untouchable, but I'm forcin you to feel me" - Esoteric 

[Verse One: John Cena] 

Whether fightin, or spittin, my discipline is unforgiven 

Got you backin up, in a defensive position 

An ass-kickin anthem, heavyweight or bantam 

Holdin camps for ransom, the microphone phantom 

Teams hit the floor, this the new fight joint 

Like a broken needle kid, you missin the point! 

We dominate your conference with offense that's no nonsense 

My theme song hits, get your reinforcements! 

We strike quick with hard kicks, duckin ice picks 

Bare-knuckle men through fight pits, beat you lifeless 

Never survive this! Get forget like Alzheimer's 

Two-face rappers, walk away with four shiners 

The raw rhymer, turnin legends to old-timers 

My incisor's like a viper, bitin through your one-liners! 

New Deadman Inc. - and we about to make you famous 

Takin over Earth and still kickin in Uranus! 

[Chorus] 

[Verse Two: uncredited guest] 

You ain't advanced enough to process potential phonetical concepts 

The +Objects+ are +Foreign+, like blot tests 

Sponsored sex, a complex, regardless of your finesse 

or your fitness, it's the condition of business 

Your lame vision of a underground, physical image 

You're underneath to undermine your whole, typical image 

With the precision of percentages, and the collision of sedatives 

Poetry, beats, and mics - we untouchable 

like righteous sluts with no crevices 

Streets unite, we rock right over dumber beats 

Yo' cats couldn't come this hot {?} in the summer heat 

Forget two takes, kill y'all birds the first time 

Yo' best {shit} ain't, worthy of my filler or worst rhymes 

I'm better than nice, check the veteran stripes 

Leave you beside yourself with fear, I kill you, and bury you twice 

Despite the cover of night, trackin your flight 

Like guerilla warfare, where the grass is dense 

Approachin me is a quick way to get referred to in the past tense 

Dead that! When the light to mic is on 

The crowd is dead like the intermission when you on the Titantron 

[Chorus]