Song information On this page you can read the lyrics of the song Happy Bar Exam 2 , by - MarvwonSong from the album Bar Exam 2, in the genre Рэп и хип-хопRelease date: 15.09.2008
Age restrictions: 18+
Record label: MIC, One
Song language: English
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 |