Yo, testing.
This thing back on again.
Alright, perfect, God damn good.
Yo, this is Rondell Beene,
I'm back on the motherf**in' scene,
And I'm upset as a motherf**er.
I mean first I didn't get paid for the D12 sh**.
You heard me rippin' on there, they just edited my verse out.
Then I was on Obie's sh**, I was in Obie's video,
And that Obie go ahead and I didn't get paid for that sh**.
And now they got this bald head weed smokin' mother f**er,
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 motherf**in' 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.
n***as wanna fight me, better go get in the gym
Or the metal'll spin. Since smokes' in 'Nam,
Doin' d** than Eminem moms.
Ten times, Dirty Dozen. All x times.
Bash your ride, crash when you drive,
Flip your dumba** out the pa**enger side.