"So... you think untouchable?"
[Chorus: John - scratched by DJ Chaos] Word life! This is basic This is ba-basic Word life! "I'm untouchable, but I'm forcin you to feel me" - life! This is bas-{*scratch*} Basic Word life! "I'm untouchable, but I'm forcin you to feel me" -
[Verse John Cena] Whether fightin, or spittin, my is unforgiven Got you backin up, in a position An ass-kickin anthem, heavyweight or Holdin camps for ransom, the phantom Teams hit the floor, this the new fight Like a broken kid, you missin the point! We dominate your conference offense that's no nonsense My song hits, get your reinforcements! We quick with hard kicks, duckin ice picks Bare-knuckle men through fight pits, beat you Never survive this! Get forget like Two-face rappers, walk away four shiners The raw rhymer, turnin legends to My like a viper, bitin through your one-liners! New Deadman Inc. - and we about to make you Takin over Earth and kickin in Uranus!
[Verse Two: guest] You ain't advanced to process potential phonetical concepts The +Objects+ are +Foreign+, like tests Sponsored sex, a complex, regardless of your or your fitness, the condition of business Your lame of a underground, physical image You're underneath to undermine whole, typical image With the of percentages, and the collision of sedatives Poetry, beats, and mics - we like righteous sluts no crevices Streets unite, we right over dumber beats Yo' cats couldn't this hot {?} in the summer heat Forget two takes, kill y'all the first time Yo' best ain't, worthy of my filler or worst rhymes I'm than nice, check the veteran stripes Leave you beside yourself with fear, I kill you, and bury you Despite the cover of night, your flight Like guerilla warfare, where the is dense Approachin me is a quick way to get to in the past tense Dead that! the light to mic is on The crowd is dead the intermission when you on the Titantron