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(feat. Kid Vishis) [Verse 1 - Royce] Bar Exam 3 is like a mock a nigga, pop a nigga mockery Housin', put the lock on it, Monopoly Call me Enterpriser Stick my battery inside a little white bunny, you can call me Energizer The most interesting man in the world, I know papi Sippin' root beer floats Saki mixed with Dos Equis I'm a Slaughterhouse rock star I pick up the biggest pig I can find and throw it at the windshield of a cop car Dissin' me can be pretty fatal Cause bitch I got +Money In The Bank+ from puttin' that shit into Yayo like 50's label Fuckin' freak Ya mommy and daddy, daddy and daughter Ya daddy, your grand daddy, your name fatty is Carter She like, "Get inside me" but that's a tight squeeze Once I'm in her juice box she gon' hit the Hi-C's/high c/high sea I'm hooked up cause I'm ill ass fuck like I.V.'s I bare arms like it ain't nothin' up my sleeves The next MC that rhyme 'official' with 'ref with a whistle' That ain't Young Money I'ma definitely diss you If you Rhymin' 'packin' a mac' with 'back of the Acura' Perhaps you can't match my spectacular vernacular SongtexteYou still rhymin' 'bottles' with 'models' 'College' with 'knowledge' Usin' the word 'swagga' You're probably garbage You thugs funny Comparin' 5'9" to anybody You comparin' Superman to Bugs Bunny [Royce talking] You are now rockin' with the Bar Exam 3! The most interesting man in the world. [Chorus - Royce] B3 go "Hard hard hard" Nickel Nine go "Hard hard hard" Kid Vishis go "Hard hard hard" Nigga we so "Hard hard hard" [Verse 2 - Kid Vishis] I be blazin' I'm talkin' 'bout stone Goliath in the fight verse David I'll kill ya Bullets ain't lyrical Blaoka! Goin' straight to the point, the gun's Waka Flocka Rhymes is electric Fire bolts! It'll make your voice crack like Whitney hittin' high notes I got a metal gut with large nuts You bitch ass niggas, we call y'all "dog butts" Yeah, I remember what they said Yeah, my pockets used to be skinny, now they fat like K-Fed Aww man My bullet's is a fan of me Kiss him right in the mouth, do him like Kid Cudi They say one man's trash, another man's treasure I call her a fat, black, bitch, you call her Precious Since I'm a gun blazer It cost me nothin' to take your money, Vishis like a fund raiser Rutger by me You with a gun is a bigger myth than Jay-Z in the Illuminati This is B verse rockin' So you gettin' punched up more than Mike Tyson do to paparazzi Freeze when you see the mag, I don't flash I blast Leave his ass as nasty as Trina rash When it come to that rhymin' shit Nigga, I'm a steroid shot You a Flintstone Vitamin [Outro - Royce] M.I.C. Records! The most interesting man in the world! [Chorus - Royce] B3 go "Hard hard hard" Nickel Nine go "Hard hard hard" Kid Vishis go "Hard hard hard" Nigga we so "Hard hard hard" Aus Songtexte Mania