Lyrics Happy Bar Exam 2 - Marvwon, Royce 5'9

Happy Bar Exam 2

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