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Maybe no WWE Superstar can relate to the fans quite like SmackDown!’s John Cena.

After all, before Cena became a household name in sports-entertainment, before he became an accomplished rapper and before he grabbed the leading role in a major motion picture, he was a WWE fan.

Cena came to live events, created home made signs and even collected WWE action figures. All in hope of one day performing in the ring himself.

And Cena’s dream came through in resounding fashion at WrestleMania 21 when he defeated JBL for the WWE Championship. In the Staples Center, the same arena where he watched so many matches as a fan, Cena won the WWE Championship.

A former football star at Springfield College, Cena was addicted to training and music growing up. After a successful bodybuilding career, he began his wrestling journey not long after he left college. The rest is history.

Now, his superior physique and impressive mic skills make him one of the top young Superstars on SmackDown!

But Cena can do more than look good and drop a smooth rhyme. He’s also an accomplished WWE competitor, despite making his debut less than three years ago.

Cena is a multi-time United States Champion. He began his first reign in amazing fashion by defeating Big Show at WrestleMania XX.

In June of 2002, Cena had one of the more memorable debuts in SmackDown! history. After Kurt Angle challenged anyone backstage to a match, Cena, a young wrestler looking for a big break, made his way to the ring.

Angle would win that match, but Cena took him to the brink, impressing everyone in attendance that night, including the entire SmackDown! roster. In his relatively short time with WWE, Cena has already built up quite a resume.

By April of 2003, Cena was already in his first pay-per-view main event, battling Brock Lesnar for the WWE Championship at Backlash.

He defended his United States Championship in a thrilling best-of-five series with Booker T in the fall of 2004. In the 2005 Royal Rumble, Cena was the last Superstar to be eliminated, as RAW’s Batista went on to emerge victorious.

Most recently, at No Way Out, Cena defeated Angle in the final of the No. 1 Contender’s Tournament, landing Cena a spot opposite JBL for the WWE Championship at WrestleMania 21.

Through all of his success, Cena has never forgotten his roots, which began in the bleachers watching the likes of Hollywood Hogan, Ultimate Warrior, Shawn Michaels and Bret Hart.

He refers to his fans as members of his "Chain Gang." Together, he figures, they can’t lose. And so far, the combination of their support and his talent, have made John Cena one of the top Superstars around.

So You Think You’re Untouchable..
Word Life, This Is Basic Thuganomics
(This Is Base Base Thuganomics.)
Word Life.
I’m Untouchable, But I’m Forcing You To Feel Me.
Word Life.
(This Is Base Base Thuga Thuga Thuganomics.)
Word Life.
I’m Untouchable, But I’m Forcing You To Feel Me.

(John Cena)
Whether Fighting Or Spitting,
My Discipline Is Unforgiving.
Got You Backing Up In A Defensive Position.
An Asskicking Anthem,
Heavyweight Or Bantham,
Holding Camps For Ransom,
The Microphone Phantom.
Teams Hit The Floor,
It’s The New Fight Joint,
Like A Broken Needle Kid,
You Missing The Point.
We Dominate Your Conference With Offense That’s No Nonesense.
My Theme Song Hits,
Get Your Reinforcements.
We Strike Quick With Hard Kicks,
Ducking Ice Picks,
Bare-Knuckle Men Through Fight Pits,
Beat You Lifeless,
You’ll Never Survive This.
You Forgot Like All Timers,
Two Face Rappers Walk Away With Four Shiners.
The War Rhymer,
Turning Legends To Old Timers,
My Incisors Like A Viper Bitting Through Your One-Liners.
New Dead Man Inc.
And We About To Make You Famous,
Taking Over Earth And Still Kicking In Uranus.

Word Life, This Is  Basic Thuganomics
(This Is Base Base Thuganomics.)
Word Life.
I’m Untouchable, But I’m Forcing You To Feel Me.
Word Life.
(This Is Base Base Thuga Thuga Thuganomics.)
Word Life.
I’m Untouchable, But I’m Forcing You To Feel Me.

(Trademarc)
You Ain’t Advanced Enough To Process,
Potential For Medical Concepts,
Some Objects Are Foreign Like Blot Tests,
Arts And s** Complex,
Regardless Of Your Finesse Or Your Fitness,
It’s The Condition Of Business,
Your Lame Vision Of An Underground Physical Image,
You’re Underneath To Undermine Your Whole Typical Image,
With The Precision Of Percentages And The Collision Of Sentences,
Poetry Beats Your Mic’s,
We Untouchable Like Righteous Sluts With No Crevasses.
Steets Unite,
We Rock Righter With Dumber Beats.
You Cats Couldn’t Come This Jerkin Off In The Summer Heat.
But Get Two Takes Kill Your Birds The First Time,
You Better Stay Worthy Of My Filler Or Worse Rhymes,
I’m Better Than Nice,
Check The Veterans Twice,
While You’re Beside Yourself With Fear,
I’ll Kill You And Bury You Twice.
Despite The Cover Of Night,
Tracking Your Flight Like Guerrilla Warfare,
Where The Grass Is Dense,
Approaching Me Is A Quick Way To Get Referred To The Past Tense.
Dead-da,
When The Lights The Mic Is On,
The Crowd Is Dead Like Intermission When You’re On The Titan-Tron.

Word Life, This Is  Basic Thuganomics
(This Is Base Base Thuganomics.)
Word Life.
I’m Untouchable, But I’m Forcing You To Feel Me.
Word Life.
(This Is Base Base Thuga Thuga Thuganomics.)
Word Life.
I’m Untouchable, But I’m Forcing You To Feel Me

bad bad man

Aww, you done did it now.
Chaos you shoulda put this one in the vault man!
They not ready–they don’t know what’s comin man!
Oh we gonna drop this on ‘em right here,
Y’all ain’t ready for this,
Y’all ain’t ready for none of this!

Your boy’s a bad man, and we invadin the streets,
Make uncleaver rappers scurred, they be droppin the heat.
Shocked the world, now I’m standin alone.
I flip fools like them clamshell cellular phones,
You can’t help but nod your head to the track.
F*** the watered down rap, we be takin it back.
Give it to me straight–ain’t no chasin it.
Check yourself in the mirror–ain’t no facin it.
Cause you, playin the role and you plannin to fold,
This the masterplan, we got the planet on hold.
We all over the streets like your favorite sneaker.
Breakin up your sound like a drive-through speaker,
Everything that I be spittin is strong.
After I rock, fast forward through the rest of the song,
We the monkeywrench, that’s gonna ruin your plan.
And don’t f*** with John Cena–I’m a bad, bad man.

With the mic in my hands I’m a bad man.
Even in a fight with the hands I’m a bad man.
Livin in the streets all my life I’m a bad man,
I’m a bad man, I’m a bad man.
With the mic in my hands I’m a bad man.
Even in a fight with the hands I’m a bad man.
Livin in the streets all my life I’m a bad man,
I’m a bad man, I’m a bad man.

(Trademarc)
We devils–rockin ambient levels.
We set loose among hot tunes to instrumentals.
And cats got one-liners, I drop several.
And I think it’s funny you choose, losin progress,
Or runnin in place; we makin moves, and y’all settle.
I rip rappers and take responsibility,
For makin future hall-of-famers look third rate.
Y’all are lost for words like conversation on your worst first date,
And ride beats, creep through side streets,
Looseleaf notepads that’s where rhymes leak.
Punchlines–man, don’t even beg,
I got knee-slappin tracks, y’all brusin your leg.
You a rhyme writer–funny man, that’s a joke.
You ain’t worthy of bein my secretary man that’s a quote.
I flood tracks like cracks in boats,
And pussy rappers choked up with they own lines in they throat.

With the mic in my hands I’m a bad man.
Even in a fight with the hands I’m a bad man.
Livin in the streets all my life I’m a bad man,
I’m a bad man, I’m a bad man.
With the mic in my hands I’m a bad man.
Even in a fight with the hands I’m a bad man.
Livin in the streets all my life I’m a bad man,
I’m a bad man, I’m a bad man.

(Bumpy Knuckles)
Turn up the microphone and see me I’m a beast,
MC’s and they beats is what I eat,
Sixteen I’ll leave you in the street,
My rhymes are sicker than gangrene in both feet.
It’s spreadin up the leg, and headed for the head.
Your rhymes are whack your style is proof that the brain corrosion,
Is fuckin with your chosen flows, I’m nice with mics,
My hands’ll break your nose like Mikey Tyson,
Fightin in his prime, one rhyme.
And I shake up the room one time, Boom! To the jaw.
Your face is a coat type raw.
And the blood and snot they mix, jelly on the floor,
My love is cop them bricks, belly on the floor.
I rob you, you soft and you really ain’t a problem,
I solve you, 3-57 long nose revolve you,
Acid in your face, bad look, dissolve you.
I’m a bad, bad man.
Yeah, check it out,
It’s Bumpy Knuckles baby.
And I want you to say hello to the bad, bad, man.
Come on!

With the mic in my hands I’m a bad man.
Even in a fight with the hands I’m a bad man.
Livin in the streets all my life I’m a bad man,
I’m a bad man, I’m a bad man.
With the mic in my hands I’m a bad man.
Even in a fight with the hands I’m a bad man.
Livin in the streets all my life I’m a bad man,
I’m a bad man, I’m a bad man.

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