Happy Bar Exam 2 - Marvwon, Royce 5'9

Aye, aye

I’m back on my bullshit

Come chill with the crook

I’m rejuvenated bitch, I feel as good as I look

That’s awesome

Show me who’s talkin' and I’ll off 'em

From Austin to Boston, make 'em floss in coffins

Shit, if I ain’t the man, I’m standin' next to him

Starvin'

Somebody bring me a Dexatrim

To suppress my appetite

I feast on niggas who ain’t rappin' right

Learn in the after life

If I ain’t the best baller, I’m right after Mike

Cockier than the nigga that made Flashing Lights

I’m the king of the jungle

I’ll stop all the scoring on your block without bringin' Mutumbo

100 round drums is what I bring to the rumble

Brash

I ain’t get a thing when I was humble

And why should I be?

Niggas ain’t good as me

The best black champ we had in a while like Booker T

One of the best, but overlooked like I’m Pusha T

You little pussies get fucked

Here go the douche for free

It ain’t too much that Marv can’t do

Make way for royalty

Happy Bar Exam 2

You welcome

Bubble like Seltzer

Bubble lights do a double life crime what else then?

Gun shots kinda sound like the llama belchin'

Shittin' like I’m rhymin' in the John like Elton

I turn a nigga into stone

Send out a blast like an e-mail to shoot ya

Female Medusa

It Wasn’t Me like Shaggy

Denaun did it

Like a fag was snitchin' on D-12 producer

Give you a buck 50 this evenin'

This is my time of the month

If you ain’t fuckin' with me you bleedin'

I can’t count how many whips I be stickin' keys in

Bitch, you ain’t dissin' me, you just committin' treason

Red wine or Riesling

Has been, I’m a «he's been…»

Everywhere

I’m Bigger than Cee’s friend

Lyrics written down with a G’s pen

Hood rats on me cause I’m in a trap

I’m gonna give her cheese then

She with me, she never dick teasin'

The wrist freezin'

She’s tellin' me I’m just seizin'

She do whatever I tell her long as it’s with reason

So I’m gonna tell her to blow me until she quits breathin'

She play her position, but it’s me receivin'

The cum come through them gums looks like the bitch teethin'

Diss me, get treated like you was just leavin'

After I quit squeezin'

I’m the shit fool

Every year in my past, my shit list grew

Niggas switched up and got ripped up like Rick Rude

Yeah, I don’t fuck around with that mic

You try to fuck with me you probably fuck around with that white

What you a cluck?

I psycho spit

Y’all writtin' with lead

I’m writtin' my rhymes with rifle tips

I’m excitin' like highlights of Michael clips

I run the net like my mic’s a microchip

Nickle

Happy Bar Exam 2

It’s a holiday nigga