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[Bizarre]

Yeah...ha ha ha (BANG!), Yeah, Bizarre Kid comin' at you

Eminem and Fuzz, and Mr. Swifty, ha ha

No one's iller than me (wha?)

No one, no one is iller than me

No one is iller than me

It's Mr. Swifty from the 313...

[Swift]

I make rappers wanna turn into singers

I keep hoes lickin' they fingers

Bring this competition and face this meanin'

Got your whole crew doing subpeonas

Hell nah you ain't seen a crew genius

Murder whoever's between us, pack your heaters

Keep it close, you can't beat us

While your whole crew treat us like G's, you best believe this

I done made quadrapalegics outta these non-rappin rejects

While the whole world ejects your tape, it ain't no secret

That your shit sounds fake, you can't stop it my mind state

Makes it too late for cops in tryin' to stop the crime rate

I'm like Two-Face, I'm painful to rappers then you can tell

From these shells, how I gotta bend 'em like route canals

I erase all trails, somethin' farther from gettin' bail

Makes you wanna kill an emcee yourself, you might as well

Be within a 25 to life sentence, on linkin' trials

Horrified, and keep on frontin', repentin' and lose they bowels

Everything is foul when Swift's around, vacate now

Niggas dumb enough to try to front and escape, how?

I'm gonna take this 'gnac and drink it straight wild

Niggas steady fallin' in my face like milk crates, BLAAAOW!

It's Swifty from the 313

Like I said no one is iller than me, unnhh!

[Bizarre]

Me and Eminem and Mike

Drivin' down Van Dyke

Get my dick sucked late at night by a fuckin' transvestite

Still on probation for stranglin' my boy Jason

Should be takin' my medication, it's 9 to 10 I'm facin'

Last week this old man I had to blast

Cuz he tried to help me out when my car was out of gas

Ripped this old lady, hung her neck by a hook

Didn't realize it was my grandmother 'til I checked her pocketbook

Fuckin' with the white boys got me back on crack

Better explain where the hell your TVs and VCRs is at

I done lost 100 pounds, I ain't been eatin' like I should

This wounded dog in the street is sure lookin' good!

Rob this little boy in his fuckin' paper route

Throwin' bottles at day care centers and yell "EVERYBODY GET OUT"!

My girl beat my ass and shot me in the back with a 2-piece

Cuz she found out I was havin' an affair with her 10-year old niece

No one, no one's iller than me

It's Bizarre Kid straight from the 313

No one, no one is iller than me

It's Bizarre Kid straight from the 313

[Eminem]

Nobody better test me, cuz I don't wanna get messy

Especially when I step inside this bitch, dick freshly

New Lugz, give the crew hugs, guzzle two mugs

Before I do drugs that make me throw up like flu bugs

True thugs, rugged unshaven messy scrubs

Whippin' 40-bottles like the fuckin' Pepsi clubs

Down a fifth, crack open a six

I'm on my seventh 8-ball, now I gotta take a piss

I'm hollerin' at these hoes that got boyfriends

Who gives a fuck who they was

I'm always takin' someone else's girl like Cool J does

They probably don't be packin' anyways, do they Fuzz?

We walked up, stomped they asses and blew they buzz

Mics get sandblasted

Stab your abdomen with a hand crafted pocketknife and spill your antacid

Sprayed your motherfuckin' crib up when I ran past it

Fuckin' felon, headed to hell in a handbasket

Talkin' shit will get you, your girl and your man blasted

Kidnapped and slapped in a van wrapped in Saran plastic

Get your damn ass kicked, by these fantastic

Furious four motherfuckers

Flashin' in front of your face without the Grand Masters

Slim Shady, ain't nobody iller than me

[Fuzz]

I run shit like an ass with legs

Massive lead to leave your cabbage red

Similar to your ass in a casket dead

Drastic spread of acid heads

Come to abort you like a bastard egg

That trash you said got you standin' on plastic legs

Ask the feds from past the edge

Rockin' the most classic threads

Flashin' bread, roll down the window

Bitch you got some fantastic legs, you can get 'til that ass get red

You can get 'til that ass get red

Bizarre you get him and him, Swift you get him and him

I'll get him and him, leave the other two for my nigga Eminem

Never writer's block, I block writers

My block's tighter, ante up and get your top fighters

Got fired for jumpin' the counter with a mop stick

Some bitch ran up screamin' GET THE COPS QUICK!

And got drop kicked, now she screamin' "Stop it..."

Got clips to stop shit, rock shit and grab this hot shit

Wherever you shop bitch, Fuzz Scooter '97 crop pick

Sick a-ya'll niggaz lookin' at me like I got tits

I shoot a rocket through your optic

You niggaz still don't know the top pick?

I got bricks, lose my foot in your ass

And have you shittin' socks bitch!

We rock shit, leave your fuckin' knot split

Grab the green from Al by showin' him hot grits

(No one...)

Ain't nobody iller than me

[Bizzare]

It's the Mr. Fuzzy from the 313

No one, no one is iller than me

It's Eminem and Swift from the 313

No one, no one is iller than me

It's Fuzz and Buzz-arre from the 313

You have now witnessed 4 ill emcees!

From the home of potholes and trash

We'll lyrically blast...

Eminem - No One's Iller Than Me – текст


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