Rap God Versión John Cena

Listen
I never thought I’d do this, but here I am
To be honest, your comparisons pushed me to it

It’s not bad or watered down
(Hurry up, Cena, shut them up)
I have a feeling, like someone’s trying to sell me something
A cookbook, maybe
If that’s what I think it is, then it’s dope and tasty

And if they say M&M’s are better, I can’t stay quiet
So give me that medicine, doc

That medicine gets me hyped, Cena
Like the chicken in the kitchen, Cena
The lady cleans my office, Cena
And I spend the long summer at John Cena’s pool

And they don’t get it if I say being a rapper like this
You gotta rhyme like a pro
Like in the field, the champ
Or with the fabrics of the scene
What doesn’t count is listening to trap
Whenever you want, I’ll teach you, download my app
Wanna go out or are you with my girl, dude?
I know you like her underwear

So I pull out words that rhyme with Cena
For example
(Tasty)

Medicine, champ, the neighbor is a pro
Dope like the chicken with the lucena that’s in the kitchen
My cure is in electro medicine, garcena, calcena, the toxic dinner
From the arcena, sacena, tecena, dina, yina, crina, lina, traba the chicken of the limocena

Condoms? I prefer the big ones, your mom tells me in bed, master of passions
You opening the office? I went to Peru, five meals, juncena, efecena, the scene calls me Cena
I’m a lying rapper, I don’t give excuses
I take backup broth, I’m in charge, I don’t sing like a saint, I scare you

That medicine gets me hyped, Cena
Like the chicken in the kitchen, Cena
If I’m famous, I travel in a limo, Cena

If you rhyme with Cena from one to ten
Hit it with nitro like Marquez, Cena
And if it’s not Cena, you’re ready, rhyme like Batista

Go to the dentist, celtista, work as an artist and put in the view, argumentista
Solo artist, anarchist, renter, effectist, fanatic, frantic, cyber rapper

How cool, besides being handsome, big, athletic, I’m also ripped
Miss Cena, do you miss me that fast? Then I’ll give you a surprise
(Don’t do it)
Is it the fandom of Super Sonic ruin?

Uh Cena, the kitchen with chicken, the neighbor that’s a pro, the office with the pool that’s dope, the mouth that’s hot, the pork that’s good, the dinner of ten with my Cena champ from the (oh)

Cena, tasty, that the scene sponsors, tasty medicine in Mendoza, limo in the park, escopecena to mortecena, gives glucena, coracena that cooks, zarracena, transcena that’s a pro, denticena that forces the pool of lucena with the dinner of John Cena

Tasty, hallucinating, to the champ
Dope my mouth in the office and my kitchen
You’re already combed back because Cena, Eminem’s a pro

Are you done? I’m missing the Orton ones
If you talk to me, I’ll cut you and take you in the ass, I support, deport, export, I care, I cut, I behave, transport, re-export, I shorten, report, I’m absorbed and I exhort Eminem
(Or do you prefer my boss, the three H’s?)

Apaches, pistachios, raccoons, tlacuaches in potholes of a milestone, step by step, little god, that Cena, the rappers are scared of the little one.