Royce Da 5'9" - Happy Bar Exam 2 lyrics

Intro: Yo, Green Lantern man. You know how we do man. We sh**tin' on n***as dot com. It's a f**in' invasion you ba*tards. We a problem. Scratches "Invasion" - Nas Green Lantern Verse One [Marv Won]: Aye, aye I'm back on my bullsh** Come chill with the crook I'm rejuvenated b**h, 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 sh**, 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 n***as who ain't rappin' right Learn in the after life If I ain't the best baller, I'm right after Mike co*kier than the n***a 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? n***as 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 f**ed Here go the douche for free There ain't too much that Marv can't do Make way for royalty Happy Bar Exam 2 Verse Two [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' sh**tin' like I'm rhymin' in the John like Elton I turn a n***a 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 f*g was snitchin' on D-12 producer Give you a buck 50 this evenin' This is my time of the month If you ain't f**in' with me you bleedin' I can't count how many whips I be stickin' keys in b**h, 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 b**h teethin' Diss me, get treated like you was just leavin' After I quit sqeezin' I'm the sh** fool Every year in my past, my sh** list grew n***as switched up and got ripped up like Rick Rude Yeah, I don't f** around with that mic You try to f** with me you probably f** 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 n***a