WWE Idol
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John Cena was next.
"I'm singing Basic Thugonomics by me, John Cena." he said.
"Ok go." Randy said.
So, you think you're untouchable?
Chorus
(scratched) x2:
Word
life--this is Basic Thugonomics
Word
life--I'm untouchable but I'm forcin' you to feel me
Whether
fightin' or spittin' my discipline is unforgiven
Got
you backin' up in a defensive position
An
ass-kcikin' 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 you reinforcements
We
strike quick with hard kicks, duckin' night sticks
Bare-knuckled
men through fight pits, beat you lifeless
Never
survive this, you forgot like Alzhmiers
Two-face
rappers walk away with four shiners
The
raw rhymer, turnin' legends to old-timers
My
incisors like a vipor bitin' through your one-liners
New
DeadMan Inc., and we about to make you famous
Takin'
over Earth and still kickin' in Uranus
Chorus
You
ain't advanced enough to process,potential for medical concepts
Some
objects are foreign, like Loch Ness
Arts
and sex are complex regardless of your finesse or fitness is 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 sentences
Poetry
beats your mics
We
untouchable like righteous sluts with no crevasses
Streets
unite, we rock righter with dumber beats
You
cats couldn't come this hot ? in the summer heat
Forget
two takes--kill your birds the first time
You
better stay worthy of my filler of worse rhymes
I'm
better than nice, check the veterans twice
You
be beside your self with fear
I'll
kill you and bury you twice despite the cover of night
Trackin'
ya flight like guerrilla warfare
When
the grass is dense
Approaching
me is a quick way to get referred to in the past tense
Dead-da,
when the lights, the mic is on
The
crowd is dead like intermission and you on the Titan Tron
"Wow that was good." Simon said. The others nodded.
"You're in." Paula said.