Happy Bar Exam 2 Lyrics - Royce Da 5'9

[Intro] 

Yo, Green Lantern man. You know how we do man. We shittin' on niggas dot com 

It's a fuckin' invasion you bastards 

We a problem 

[Scratches "Invasion" - Nas] 

Green Lantern 

[Marv Won] 

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 Dexitrim 

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 make (Flashing Lights) 

I'm the king of the jungle 

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

A 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 

There ain't too much that Marv can't do 

Make way for royalty 

Happy Bar Exam 2 

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[Royce Da 5'9"] 

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 (da nine) 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 Reislin? 

Has been, I'm a "he's been..." 

Everywhere 

I'm Bigger than Cease'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' 

Wrist freezin' 

She's tellin' me I'm just seizin' 

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

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

She playin' position, but it's me receivin' 

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

Diss me, get treated like you was just leavin' 

After I quit sqeezin' 

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's clips 

I run the net like my mics a microchip 

Nickle 

Happy Bar Exam 2 

It's a holiday nigga 

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