DAMN!
"BAR EXAM"... VOLUME 3!
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They say I'm the best in here! (whoo!) - Picture your wife $#&@in' your twin,

I'm like him! - May the best man win!
So later for you bums,
A ways back I made a pact to stay sharp enough to sharpen a razor on my tongue. (come on!)

I'm sick with this! - You sick like a panty sniffer, (sniffer!)
And you just wanted to see her pee - like a dick blister. (c'mon!)
Ya'll remind me of Fantasia brother, y'all be whilin',

On TV everyday I turn on y'all and y'all be cryin'! (cryin'!)
I'm SURGICAL with this mother$#&@in' pen!
The sickest ^!$$% spittin' till the end! (till the end!)

I don't really have to against that 'cause
I'm the last lyrical W-T-F O-M-G factor!
So back off

Before I blow your knee cap off!
I'm a eat this beat like a? bee-eatin'?
We, you in da street's where the beef is,

In the car goin' beep-beep!
While I roll over the drums and just straight peel through the pieces! (hahh!)
Bout to build me a time machine an' - get it in? - And go back I'm done!

Find Frank Nitti and Al Calpone like - can y'all autograph my gun?
Haha! - I ain't tryin' that hard, right now!
I'm just havin' fun; tell the whole world I just had a son!

First name "Earth"! - Last name "None",
Get up on that and your cash ain't come and you don't spit that %#@! $$# like a
Raised by a gangsta,

Come up in the house get your $$# whooped and then get your $$# whoop on! ("Whoo! ")
What a ^!$$% know about the water in the shower gettin' cold because the bathroom faucet is on,
("Whoo! ") The reason why I grab you, stab you, out rap you when I ain't feelin like Tommy McCron!

("Whoo! "Whoo! ") Heat a ^!$$% house with the oven,
Like I like thuggin'!
But I probably just spit on my mother, had to heat up the house the oven,

Had to spend the night with my cousin!
Yes, I be poppin' lots of %#@! you can't do nothin' bout it (*##$;
So get the heads up or be my rock 'em sock 'em, poppin' %#@!! (poppin' %#@!!) ("Whoo! Whoo! ")

I'm like a stock of bond - that can drop a bomb, (C'MON!)
Ridin' slow with the slidin' door on the side.
Open on that minivan ("Whoo! ") intended for no soccer mom, ("WHATTA !#@*? ! ")

Lighters up high! (high!)
I'm your fire supply!
Writer with mad skills, I'm I'll so hire your guy! (ME!)

Nobody is harder! - He don't give a $#&@ what he "Slaughters", (HA!)
He will drag your !@#%ty daughter through the muddy waters!
This beat is bait!

Get it outta me, I can %#@! it out me, IT'S ATE! - I think I owe Drake an apology!

Tweet about that little $#&@in' fruit!



ROYCE DA 5'9"!

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