text: Bar Exam 3, tramp
  Yeah! Whoooooo!
  Fuck is wrong with you? Go and inform your crew
  That I can end your career in less than a song or two
  Im a tyrant, Im like an irate Somalian pirate
  Youre as threatenin as Miley Cyrus with the heine 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 fuckboys
  I should rap over the Brinks truck backin up noise
  The citys in an uproar over the hustl-or
  I got it on lock like up north but much more
  These rap niggas sayin they rollin on them wheels
  But the only rollin they doin is rollin on the pill
  They high, speakin of rollin, we a 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 the pistol when Im takin Ne-Yos soul
  You aspire to get a chain thats glistenin
  I aspire to get a chain of businesses
  I retire niggas, gettin at me aint what the business is
  I kill the kitten if he witnesses
  I make it look easy, before I self destruct
  Ima get some hoes pregnant like 50 and Lil Weezy
  I dont give a fuck about shit
  Got nothin to say to yall but suck dick, I fuck yo bitch
  And send her back to you, pussy like she been in labor dawg
  And when Im done with her she gon need a cable all
  My dream mistress is a bitch like Nicki Minaj
  And if the ass aint real then Im with the façade
  The pistol, the pen, drinkin with me, pick your demise
  The silencers screwed on now the clips in disguise
  Now who the fuck goin harder than Nickel
  I take a shit on any nigga, no regard for tissue
  I go hard; so much harder than everybody
  I John Doe tag the toe of every body
  We go hard
  Oh yeah eh eh, we go hard
  That I, I, I, we go hard
  Oh yeeeeah-ay ay, we go hard
  That I, I, I, we go hard
  Oh yeeeeah-ay ay, we go hard
  Go hard, so hard
  So hard, so hard, whoa-oh 
  The best nigga in the game, yeah, you know this
  The game never be the same, yeah, you know this
   Ignite violence, make him swallow shells
  Thatll clog his windpipe, make the doctor do the Heimlich
  Fightin for the loot like a riot; this is Pay-Per-View
  Rap niggas dont get it unless they buyin this
  Blame it on the drugs like Steve-O, you still a Jackass
  I spit dope, my fans got a crack habit
  If you can beat me on beats congrats
  The sore loser when I snatch him out the booth then I beat his ass
  What you call rappin, I call trash
  Every punch you call strong, I call jabs, so listen
  Im sicker than a stripper, if you tip her, give her fifties and twenties
  Hit the lights she realize its counterfeit money
  My niggas get large cash
  Push the rock good as Bobby Hurley fore the car crash
  I get star cash, tour cash, more cash
  Dont wanna pay me, Imma take it out of your ass
  Do what you want fam, I say fam cause I fry a man
  Feelin angry man, Ill flight em in
  Honestly godly, what fool wanna battle me?
  I use the Earth as a cue and shoot pool with the galaxy
  Few could challenge me, who do catastrophe
  Three cash, guns point the guard, Im Steve Nash
  You a rap group, Ill slap through
  The only time you see a gun is when mine is pointin at you
  Skip the church and the reverend Imma put em on a 747
  And the destinations Heaven
  For example, break into my notebook
  And find more shit than the cops friskin Rambo
  Make em fade to black, fit em for a blindfold
  Told you Im a Dibo pitbull, die slow
  Ill really hit your crib with the semi
  Break a nigga baby back and ribs, I call my bullets Chilis