D12 Commercial Break Lyrics

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Yo, testing.
This thing back on again.
Alright, perfect, God damn good.
Yo, this is Rondell Beene,
I'm back on the **********in' scene,
And I'm upset as a ************.
I mean first I didn't get paid for the D12 ****.
You heard me rippin' on there, they just edited my verse out.
Then I was on Obie's ****, I was in Obie's video,
And that Obie go ahead and I didn't get paid for that ****.
And now they got this bald head weed smokin' mother ****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.
Tech claims make you wipe out like X-Games
Next sprain's in your **********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.
*****s 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.

Written by: Alice Nutter, Allen Whalley, Bruce Dunstan, Darren Hamer, Judith Abbott, Louise Watts, Nigel Hunter, Paul Greco
Lyrics © EMI Music Publishing

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