His time is never up, his time is always now
We can't see him, He's winning at No Way Out
It's the douchebag, boy I'm dying inside now
We can't see me, he makes us frown!
In case you forgot or fell off Cena still sucks - he pisses me off
His money stack fat because he sucks Vince off
The jackoff, doin' big bid'ness, he killed this
It's automatic he win this - oh Randy Orton, you finished
A fake soldier, he stay under us make us cryin
Plus he stormin' on you ALL Raw chumps like a predictable John Trytan
Ain't no way you breakin' him kid, He's harder than nails
Plus he no sells injuries, like he's part of the McMahon family
He's slaughtering, he's stale, competition, he got the whole block wishing
they could run away from wrestlin but they gone fishing -
- with no bait, guys only one month we wait
He's got his title match, we'll never see Jeff's twist of fate
In any weather he's never better he's always given the top spot
you'll always catch him as the main eventer
If we hate, let us hate, he drop ya whole bullsh*t
Lay our ass down while he wins the belt and we watch and sit
[Chorus]
Yeah, uhh
It's gon' be what it's gon' be
240 pounds of sadness buddy, bass tint pants with fake marine chains
Uhh - it's a sorry dance and victory step
A raw stance is full of crap, when you insist it's Cena's rep
John Cena, Trademarc, y'all are nobodies
And talk about the bread you make because Vince treats Cena like he's a pimp yo
Aimin' guns at Cena, I wish that was NOT a no-no
When this pop, he'll shove his dong, down our throats, Raw we'll have to no show
See what happens when the idiot melts
You see monetary status is not what matters, but it sucks
He rock a finisher win on Randy if any
The same reason we could love him is NOT the same reason we hate him
A man's measured by the way that he stinks
Not clothing lines, ice links, leather and a Raw jinx
We spent 3 plus years seekin' knowledge of a new champ
So for now Cena's going to make us moon him by droppin our pants
