"So... you you're untouchable?"
[Chorus: John Cena - by DJ Chaos] Word life! This is basic This is thugomoics Word life! "I'm untouchable, but I'm forcin you to feel me" - Word life! is bas-{*scratch*} Basic Word life! "I'm untouchable, but I'm you to feel me" - Esoteric
[Verse John Cena] Whether fightin, or spittin, my discipline is Got you up, in a defensive position An ass-kickin anthem, or bantam Holdin camps for ransom, the microphone Teams hit the floor, the new fight joint a broken needle kid, you missin the point! We dominate your conference with offense that's no My theme song hits, get reinforcements! We strike quick with hard kicks, ice picks Bare-knuckle men fight pits, beat you lifeless survive this! Get forget like Alzheimer's Two-face rappers, away with four shiners The raw rhymer, turnin to old-timers My incisor's like a viper, through your one-liners! New Deadman Inc. - and we about to you famous Takin Earth and still kickin in Uranus!
[Verse Two: uncredited You ain't advanced to process potential phonetical concepts The +Objects+ are +Foreign+, blot tests Sponsored sex, a complex, regardless of finesse or your fitness, the condition of business lame vision of a underground, physical image You're underneath to undermine whole, typical image With the precision of percentages, and the of sedatives Poetry, beats, and - we untouchable righteous sluts with no crevices Streets unite, we rock right over beats Yo' cats couldn't this hot {?} in the summer heat Forget two takes, kill birds the first time Yo' best ain't, worthy of my filler or worst rhymes I'm better than nice, check the veteran Leave you beside yourself with fear, I kill you, and bury you Despite the of night, trackin your flight Like guerilla warfare, the grass is dense me is a quick way to get referred to in the past tense Dead that! the light to mic is on The crowd is dead like the intermission you on the Titantron