[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 n***a, pop a n***a 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)
N***a 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 n***as, 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
N***a, 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)
N***a we so (Hard, hard—hard, hard—hard)