Wwe Basic Thuganomics Lyrics:
"So... you think you're untouchable?"

[Chorus: John Cena - scratched by DJ Chaos] Word
life! This is basic thuganomics This is ba-basic
thugamoics Word life! *scratching* "I'm
untouchable, but I'm forcin you to feel me" -
Esoteric Word life! This is bas- *scratch* Basic
thuga- *scratch* -thuga- *scratch* -thuganomics
Word life! *scratching* "I'm untouchable,
but I'm forcin you to feel me" - Esoteric

[Verse One: John Cena] Whether fightin, or
spittin, my discipline is unforgiven Got you
backin up, in a defensive position An ass-kickin
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 your reinforcements! We
strike quick with hard kicks, duckin ice picks
Bare-knuckle men through fight pits, beat you
lifeless Never survive this! Get forget like
Alzheimer's Two-face rappers, walk away with four
shiners The raw rhymer, turnin legends to
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old-timers My incisor's like a viper, bitin
through your one-liners! New Deadman Inc. - and we
about to make you famous Takin over Earth and
still kickin in Uranus!

[Chorus]

[Verse Two: uncredited guest] You ain't advanced
enough to process potential phonetical concepts
The +Objects+ are +Foreign+, like blot tests
Sponsored sex, a complex, regardless of your
finesse or your fitness, it's 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 sedatives
Poetry, beats, and mics - we untouchable like
righteous sluts with no crevices Streets unite, we
rock right over dumber beats Yo' cats couldn't
come this hot ? in the summer heat Forget two
takes, kill y'all birds the first time Yo' best
shit ain't, worthy of my filler or worst rhymes
I'm better than nice, check the veteran stripes
Leave you beside yourself with fear, I kill you,
and bury you twice Despite the cover of night,
trackin your flight Like guerilla warfare, where
the grass is dense Approachin me is a quick way to
get referred to in the past tense Dead that! When
the light to mic is on The crowd is dead like the
intermission when you on the Titantron

[Chorus]
Lyrics: Basic Thuganomics, Wwe [end]