[Intro - Royce talking]
Bar Exam 3 tramp. Yeah! Whoooooo!

[Verse 1 - Royce]
Fuck is wrong with you?
Go ahead and inform your crew
That I can end your career in less than a song or two
I'm a tyrant, I'm like an iris in my empire
You're as threatenin' as Miley Cyrus with the hiney virus
Dead a verse, I got more bars than Leavenworth
The present president backwards call me "Tnediserp"
I shoot niggas with knives, stab niggas with guns
Kiss hands and shake babies
I make the medic hurt
Fuck a producer too
Them faggots is fuck boys
I should rap over the Brinks truck backin' up noise
The city's in an uproar over the hustler
I got it on lock like up north but much more
These rap niggas sayin' that they rollin' on them wheels
But the only rollin' they doin' is rollin' on the pill
They high
Speakin' of rollin'
We roll
You will see us get paper before you see us fold
Hip hop nigga
The opposite of neo-soul
The only thing sing is my pistol when I'm takin' Ne-Yo's soul
You aspire to get a chain that's glistenin'
I aspire to get a chain of businesses
I retire nigga
Gettin' at me ain't what the business is
I kill the kitten if he witnesses
I make it look easy
Before I Self Destruct, I'ma get some hoes pregnant like 50