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Yo, testing.
This thing back on again.
Alright, perfect, God d*mn good.
Yo, this is Rondell Beene,
I'm back on the motherfkin' scene,
and I'm upset as a motherfker.
I mean first I didn't get paid for the D12 s**t.
You heard me rippin' on there, they just edited my verse out.
Then I was on Obie's s**t, I was in Obie's video,
and that Obie go ahead and I didn't get paid for that s**t.
And now they got this bald head weed smokin' mother fker,
and his name is. . .
Young Zee
Young Zee, keep movin' for the macs. Be cubin'.
Hmm? I'll make you sing like big Ruben.
Man, in the hood, I'm the American Idol.
First I fight you, and then run up on your stairs with a rifle.
Bang. Tech claims make you wipe out like X-Games
Next sprain's in your motherfkin' leg bang?
Tryin' to shoot me like they tryin' to shoot 50.
Either you gon' die or need a new kidney.
Till I drop, I'm a sell to your friends.
Till I get some of that tin, in the federal pin.
I spit better than them.
wanna fight me, better go get in the gym
or the metal'll spin. Since smokes' in 'Nam,
doin' drugs than Eminem moms.
Ten times, Dirty Dozen. All x times.
Bash your ride, crash when you drive,
flip your dumbass out the passenger side.
Uhh
(Car crash)