Go Hard, Pt. 1

[Intro: DJ Whoo Kid] Whoo... Kid! Bar Exam! Part 3! Whoo Kid! Royce da 5'9"! Damn! Whoo... Kid! Can't forget! Shady Records! [Verse 1: Royce Da 5'9"] Bar Exam 3 is like a mock a nigga, pop a nigga mockery Housing, 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 float, sake mixed with Dos Ah-qui' I'm a Slaughterhouse rockstar I pick up the biggest pig I can find and throw it at the windshield of a cop car Dissing me can be pretty fatal 'Cause bitch, I got money in the Banks from putting that shit into Yayo, like 50's label Fucking freak, your mom and daddy, daddy and daughter Your daddy, your granddaddy, your name Thaddeus Carter She like, "Get inside me," but that's a tight squeeze Once I'm in her juicebox she gon' hit the high C I'm hooked up cause I'm ill ass fuck like IV's I bare arms like it ain't nothig' 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 Rhyming "packing a Mac" with "back of the Acura" Perhaps you can't match my spectacular vernacular You still rhyming "bottles" with "models," "college" with "knowledge" Using the word "swagger?" You're probably garbage You thugs funny, comparing Five-Nine to anybody— You comparing Superman to Bugs Bunny [Interlude: Royce da 5'9"] You are now rockin' with The Bar Exam 3! The Most Interesting Man in the World [Hook: Royce da 5'9"] BE3 go (Hard, hard—hard, hard—hard) Nickel Nine go (Hard, hard—hard, hard—hard) Kid Vishis go (Hard, hard—hard, hard—hard) Nigga we so (Hard, hard—hard, hard—hard) [Verse 2: Kid Vishis] I be blazing I'm talking 'bout "stoned," Goliath in the fight vs. David I'll kill you, bullets ain't lyrical—Blocka! Straight to the point, the guns Waka Flocka Rhymes is electric, five volts It'll make your voice crack like Whitney hitting 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 bullets 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 fundraiser Ruger by me, try me! You with a gun is a bigger myth than Jay-Z and the Illuminati This is B. vs. Rocky So you getting punched up more than Mike Tyson do the paparazzi Freeze when you see the mag, I don't flash I blast, leave his ass as nasty as a Trina rash When it come to that rhyming shit Nigga, I'm a steroid shot, you a Flintstone Vitamin [Interlude: Royce da 5'9"] Hahahaha! M.I.C. Records! The Most Interesting Man in the World! [Hook: Royce da 5'9"] BE3 go (Hard, hard—hard, hard—hard) Nickel Nine go (Hard, hard—hard, hard—hard) Kid Vishis go (Hard, hard—hard, hard—hard) Nigga we so (Hard, hard—hard, hard—hard)