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D12 - Commercial Break Lyrics



D12 - Commercial Break Lyrics




[Kuniva]
Yo, testing
This thing back on again
Alright, perfect, God damn good
Yo, this is Rondell Beene
I'm back on the motherf*ckin' scene
and I'm upset as a motherf*cker
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 motherf*cker
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*ckin' 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
niggaz 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]
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[Kuniva]
Yo, testing
This thing back on again
Alright, perfect, God damn good
Yo, this is Rondell Beene
I'm back on the motherf*ckin' scene
and I'm upset as a motherf*cker
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 motherf*cker
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*ckin' 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
niggaz 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]
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Writer: ALICE NUTTER, ALLEN WHALLEY, BRUCE DUNSTAN, DARREN HAMER, JUDITH ABBOTT, LOUISE WATTS, NIGEL HUNTER, PAUL GRECO
Copyright: Lyrics © EMI Music Publishing

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