[00:00.117][Skit: Kuniva (as Rondell Beene)] Yo, testing
[00:01.450]This thing back on again?
[00:03.775]Alright, perfect, God damn good
[00:05.159]Yo, this is Rondell Beene, I'm back on the ****ing' scene
[00:08.059]And I'm upset as a mother****er!
[00:09.783]I mean, first: I didn't get paid for the D12 shit
[00:12.473]You heard me rippin' on there, they just edited my verse out
[00:15.242]Then I was on Obie's shit , I was in Obie's video
[00:18.037]And that Obie go ahead and I didn't get paid for that shit
[00:20.519]And now they got this bald head dick-smoking mother****er
[00:23.340]And his name is...
[00:24.046][Young Zee] Young Zee, keep movin' for the macs, be cubin'
[00:27.206]Hmm? I'll make you sing like Big Ruben
[00:29.766]Man, in the hood, I'm the American Idol
[00:32.248]First I fight you, and then run up on your stairs with a rifle
[00:34.782]Bang! Tech claims make you wipe out like X-Games
[00:37.551]Next sprain's in your ****ing' leg band
[00:40.320]Tryin' to shoot me like they tryin' to shoot 50
[00:42.619]Either you gon' die or need a new kidney
[00:45.518]'Till I drop, I'ma sell to your friends
[00:47.530]'Till I get some of that tin, in the federal pin
[00:50.142]I spit better than them
[00:51.526]Niggas wanna fight me, better go get in the gym
[00:54.191]Or the metal'll spin
[00:55.236]Since smoke's in 'Nam, doin' more drugs than Eminem moms
[00:58.214]Ten times, Dirty Dozen, all ex-cons
[01:01.035]Bash your ride, crash when you drive
[01:03.177]Flip your dumbass out the passenger side
[01:05.868]Uhn! (*car crash*)

Yo, testing
This thing back on again?
Alright, perfect, God damn good
Yo, this is Rondell Beene, I'm back on the ****ing' scene
And I'm upset as a mother****er!
I mean, first: I didn't get paid for the D12 shit
You heard me rippin' on there, they just edited my verse out
Then I was on Obie's shit , I was in Obie's video
And that Obie go ahead and I didn't get paid for that shit
And now they got this bald head dick-smoking mother****er
And his name is...
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 ****ing' leg band
Tryin' to shoot me like they tryin' to shoot 50
Either you gon' die or need a new kidney
'Till I drop, I'ma sell to your friends
'Till I get some of that tin, in the federal pin
I spit better than them
Niggas wanna fight me, better go get in the gym
Or the metal'll spin
Since smoke's in 'Nam, doin' more drugs than Eminem moms
Ten times, Dirty Dozen, all ex-cons
Bash your ride, crash when you drive
Flip your dumbass out the passenger side
Uhn! (*car crash*)