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D12

No Iller Than Me

Yeah... ha ha ha (BANG!), Yeah, Kid comin' at you
and Fuzz, and Mr. Swifty, ha ha

No one's iller me (wha?)
No one, no one is iller me
No one is than me
Mr. Swifty from the 313...

I make rappers wanna turn singers
I keep hoes they fingers
Bring this competition and face meanin'
Got your whole crew subpeonas
Hell nah you ain't a crew genius
Murder between us, pack your heaters
Keep it close, you can't us
While your whole crew us like G's, you best believe this
I made quadrapalegics outta these non-rappin rejects
While the world ejects your tape, it ain't no secret
That your shit sounds fake, you stop it my mind state
Makes it too for cops in tryin' to stop the crime rate
I'm like Two-Face, I'm painful to rappers you can tell
these shells, how I gotta bend 'em like route canals
I erase all trails, somethin' farther from bail
Makes you wanna an emcee yourself, you might as well
Be a 25 to life sentence, on linkin' trials
Horrified, and keep on frontin', repentin' and lose they
Everything is foul when around, vacate now
Niggas dumb enough to try to and escape, how?
I'm gonna take this 'gnac and drink it wild
steady fallin' in my face like milk crates, BLAAAOW!

It's Swifty the 313
Like I said no one is iller me, unnhh!

Me and Eminem and
Drivin' Van Dyke
Get my dick sucked late at by a fuckin' transvestite
Still on probation for stranglin' my boy
Should be takin' my medication, it's 9 to 10 I'm
Last week this old man I had to
Cuz he tried to help me out my car was out of gas
Ripped old lady, hung her neck by a hook
Didn't realize it was my grandmother 'til I checked her
Fuckin' the white boys got me back on crack
Better explain where the your TVs and VCRs is at
I done lost 100 pounds, I ain't been eatin' I should
This dog in the street is sure lookin' good!
Rob this little boy in his fuckin' paper
Throwin' bottles at day centers and yell "EVERYBODY GET OUT"!
My girl beat my ass and shot me in the back with a
Cuz she found out I was havin' an affair her 10-year old niece

No one, no one's than me
It's Kid straight from the 313
No one, no one is than me
Bizarre Kid straight from the 313

Nobody better test me, cuz I wanna get messy
Especially when I step inside bitch, dick freshly
New Lugz, give the crew hugs, guzzle two
Before I do drugs make me throw up like flu bugs
True thugs, unshaven messy scrubs
40-bottles like the fuckin' Pepsi clubs
Down a fifth, open a six
I'm on my seventh 8-ball, now I take a piss
I'm hollerin' at these hoes got boyfriends
Who gives a who they was
I'm takin' someone else's girl like Cool J does
They probably don't be packin' anyways, do they
We up, stomped they asses and blew they buzz
get sandblasted
Stab your with a hand crafted pocketknife and spill your antacid
Sprayed your motherfuckin' crib up when I ran it
Fuckin' felon, headed to in a handbasket
Talkin' shit will get you, your girl and your man
Kidnapped and slapped in a van wrapped in plastic
Get your ass kicked, by these fantastic
Furious four
Flashin' in front of your face without the Masters

Slim Shady, ain't nobody than me

I run shit like an ass with
lead to leave your cabbage red
Similar to your ass in a casket
Drastic of acid heads
to abort you like a bastard egg
That trash you got you standin' on plastic legs
Ask the feds from the edge
the most classic threads
Flashin' bread, roll the window
Bitch you got some legs, you can get 'til that ass get red
You can get 'til ass get red
you get him and him, Swift you get him and him
I'll get him and him, leave the two for my nigga Eminem
Never writer's block, I writers
My block's tighter, up and get your top fighters
Got fired for jumpin' the counter a mop stick
Some ran up screamin' GET THE COPS QUICK!
And got drop kicked, now she "Stop it..."
Got clips to stop shit, rock shit and grab this hot
you shop bitch, Fuzz Scooter '97 crop pick
Sick a-ya'll niggaz lookin' at me like I got
I shoot a through your optic
You still don't know the top pick?
I got bricks, lose my in your ass
And you shittin' socks bitch!
We rock shit, leave fuckin' knot split
Grab the green from Al by showin' him hot
(No one...)

Ain't iller than me

It's the Mr. from the 313
No one, no one is iller me
It's Eminem and Swift the 313
No one, no one is than me
It's and Buzz-arre from the 313

You now witnessed 4 ill emcees!
the home of potholes and trash
We'll blast...