Your Time Is Up E​.​P.

by Kabal

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The infamous John Cena diss track
that's been causing havoc online for
a decade now and garnished over
one million plays on You Tube.
Now available for the first time ever
as a three song EP including the
original version, remix version,
and a live performance version.

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released January 15, 2004

KABAL (K.Theodoropolus)
MACH SPITZ (C.McCallum)

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Oldschool hardcore underground producer/rapper from Brampton Ontario Canada.

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Track Name: Your Time Is Up (original version)
(Chorus)
Yo Cena! Your time is up,
You can't see me, you phony chump/
You ain't a franchise, you is a poser punk,
You can't see me, your shit gets sunk/

(V1.)
You started off a dumb jock who couldn't make the NFL,
So you stepped inside the ring and reinvented yourself/
Every match you fell off, the fans didn't acknowledge,
Now you're claiming "word life" but thugs don't goto college/
You gets no love, or any gold with the leather and,
Now I jack your beat and make it hot like The Weathermen/
You couldn't fix shit if you had MacGyver theories,
And you only got over cus you joined Team Angle at Survivor Series/
You're just a straight up joke,
Battle rapping fake fans with some rhymes you pre wrote/
Actually you were handed those quotes, by some 40 something white folks,
Up in the offices, they was sick of all your losses/
So they figured out a way to get you on the front page,
But you a Boston baked bitch just like those cowards who jumped Cage/
I could say Vanilla Ice but that's too damn typical,
Plus it insults Rob Van Winkle, BITCH!/

(Chorus)
Yo Cena! Your time is up,
You can't see me, you phony chump/
You ain't a franchise, you is a poser punk,
You can't see me, your shit gets sunk/

You just imitate, duplicate, copy and mimic,
You and Vince watched 8 Mile and came up with your gimmick/
You think you're innovative? You just a fake ass clown,
And that FU ain't nothing but a lame ass fireman's takedown/
But somehow it got you the gold around your waist,
& then conveniently your CD came out the next day/
With the title on the cover and I'm like "What the fuck is this?"
And that belts got a spinner, and it insults this whole fucking business/
& now toys get destroyed,
You're just a marketing plot, you ain't no real B-Boy/
Cus real rappers do it big dick style, you null and void,
Little wiener John Cena needs to stop injecting steroids/
And I don't care if you're bigger than me son,
Cus the UWA has got my back but I'll still go one to one/
I fucking live this, cus I write this,
And you're like "Word life, this is basic Wiggeritis"/

(Chorus)
Yo Cena! Your time is up,
You can't see me, you phony chump/
You ain't a franchise, you is a poser punk,
You can't see me, your shit gets sunk/
Track Name: Your Time Is Up (High in NY remix)
(Chorus)
Yo Cena! Your time is up,
You can't see me, you phony chump/
You ain't a franchise, you is a poser punk,
You can't see me, your shit gets sunk/

(V1.)
You started off a dumb jock who couldn't make the NFL,
So you stepped inside the ring and reinvented yourself/
Every match you fell off, the fans didn't acknowledge,
Now you're claiming "word life" but thugs don't goto college/
You gets no love, or any gold with the leather and,
Now I jack your beat and make it hot like The Weathermen/
You couldn't fix shit if you had MacGyver theories,
And you only got over cus you joined Team Angle at Survivor Series/
You're just a straight up joke,
Battle rapping fake fans with some rhymes you pre wrote/
Actually you were handed those quotes, by some 40 something white folks,
Up in the offices, they was sick of all your losses/
So they figured out a way to get you on the front page,
But you a Boston baked bitch just like those cowards who jumped Cage/
I could say Vanilla Ice but that's too damn typical,
Plus it insults Rob Van Winkle, BITCH!/

(Chorus)
Yo Cena! Your time is up,
You can't see me, you phony chump/
You ain't a franchise, you is a poser punk,
You can't see me, your shit gets sunk/

You just imitate, duplicate, copy and mimic,
You and Vince watched 8 Mile and came up with your gimmick/
You think you're innovative? You just a fake ass clown,
And that FU ain't nothing but a lame ass fireman's takedown/
But somehow it got you the gold around your waist,
& then conveniently your CD came out the next day/
With the title on the cover and I'm like "What the fuck is this?"
And that belts got a spinner, and it insults this whole fucking business/
& now toys get destroyed,
You're just a marketing plot, you ain't no real B-Boy/
Cus real rappers do it big dick style, you null and void,
Little wiener John Cena needs to stop injecting steroids/
And I don't care if you're bigger than me son,
Cus the UWA has got my back but I'll still go one to one/
I fucking live this, cus I write this,
And you're like "Word life, this is basic Wiggeritis"/

(Chorus)
Yo Cena! Your time is up,
You can't see me, you phony chump/
You ain't a franchise, you is a poser punk,
You can't see me, your shit gets sunk/
Track Name: Your Time Is Up (live version)
(Chorus)
Yo Cena! Your time is up,
You can't see me, you phony chump/
You ain't a franchise, you is a poser punk,
You can't see me, your shit gets sunk/

(V1.)
You started off a dumb jock who couldn't make the NFL,
So you stepped inside the ring and reinvented yourself/
Every match you fell off, the fans didn't acknowledge,
Now you're claiming "word life" but thugs don't goto college/
You gets no love, or any gold with the leather and,
Now I jack your beat and make it hot like The Weathermen/
You couldn't fix shit if you had MacGyver theories,
And you only got over cus you joined Team Angle at Survivor Series/
You're just a straight up joke,
Battle rapping fake fans with some rhymes you pre wrote/
Actually you were handed those quotes, by some 40 something white folks,
Up in the offices, they was sick of all your losses/
So they figured out a way to get you on the front page,
But you a Boston baked bitch just like those cowards who jumped Cage/
I could say Vanilla Ice but that's too damn typical,
Plus it insults Rob Van Winkle, BITCH!/

(Chorus)
Yo Cena! Your time is up,
You can't see me, you phony chump/
You ain't a franchise, you is a poser punk,
You can't see me, your shit gets sunk/

You just imitate, duplicate, copy and mimic,
You and Vince watched 8 Mile and came up with your gimmick/
You think you're innovative? You just a fake ass clown,
And that FU ain't nothing but a lame ass fireman's takedown/
But somehow it got you the gold around your waist,
& then conveniently your CD came out the next day/
With the title on the cover and I'm like "What the fuck is this?"
And that belts got a spinner, and it insults this whole fucking business/
& now toys get destroyed,
You're just a marketing plot, you ain't no real B-Boy/
Cus real rappers do it big dick style, you null and void,
Little wiener John Cena needs to stop injecting steroids/
And I don't care if you're bigger than me son,
Cus the UWA has got my back but I'll still go one to one/
I fucking live this, cus I write this,
And you're like "Word life, this is basic Wiggeritis"/

(Chorus)
Yo Cena! Your time is up,
You can't see me, you phony chump/
You ain't a franchise, you is a poser punk,
You can't see me, your shit gets sunk/