[Young Zee]
Yo, testing.
This thing back on again.
Alright, perfect, God damn good.
Yo, this is Rondell Beene,
I'm back on the motherfuckin' scene,
and I'm upset as a motherfucker.
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 weed smokin' mother fucker,
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 motherfuckin' 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.
Uhh