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D12

No One's Than Me

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

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

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

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

Me and and Mike
Drivin' Van Dyke
Get my dick sucked late at night by a transvestite
Still on probation for stranglin' my boy
Should be takin' my medication, it's 9 to 10 I'm
week this old man I had to blast
Cuz he tried to help me out my car was out of gas
Ripped this old lady, her neck by a hook
Didn't realize it was my grandmother I checked her pocketbook
Fuckin' with the white got me back on crack
Better explain where the hell your TVs and is at
I lost 100 pounds, I ain't been eatin' like I should
This dog in the street is sure lookin' good!
Rob this boy in his fuckin' paper route
Throwin' bottles at day care centers and "EVERYBODY GET OUT"!
My girl beat my ass and me in the back with a 2-piece
Cuz she found out I was havin' an affair with her 10-year old

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

Nobody better me, cuz I don't wanna get messy
Especially when I inside this bitch, dick freshly
New Lugz, give the crew hugs, two mugs
Before I do drugs that make me throw up flu bugs
thugs, rugged unshaven messy scrubs
Whippin' 40-bottles the fuckin' Pepsi clubs
a fifth, crack open a six
I'm on my 8-ball, now I gotta take a piss
I'm at these hoes that got boyfriends
Who gives a fuck who was
I'm always takin' someone else's girl like Cool J
They probably be packin' anyways, do they Fuzz?
We walked up, stomped they asses and blew they
get sandblasted
Stab your abdomen with a hand crafted pocketknife and spill antacid
Sprayed motherfuckin' crib up when I ran past it
Fuckin' felon, headed to in a handbasket
shit will get you, your girl and your man blasted
Kidnapped and in a van wrapped in Saran plastic
Get your ass kicked, by these fantastic
Furious motherfuckers
Flashin' in front of your face the Grand Masters

Slim Shady, ain't iller than me

I run like an ass with legs
Massive lead to leave cabbage red
Similar to ass in a casket dead
Drastic of acid heads
to abort you like a bastard egg
That you said got you standin' on plastic legs
Ask the feds from the edge
Rockin' the classic threads
Flashin' bread, down the window
Bitch you got some fantastic legs, you can get that ass get red
You can get 'til ass get red
Bizarre you get him and him, you get him and him
I'll get him and him, leave the other two for my nigga
Never block, I block writers
My block's tighter, ante up and get top fighters
Got for jumpin' the counter with a mop stick
Some bitch ran up screamin' GET THE QUICK!
And got kicked, now she screamin' "Stop it..."
Got clips to stop shit, rock and grab this hot shit
Wherever you shop bitch, Fuzz '97 crop pick
Sick a-ya'll niggaz lookin' at me like I got
I shoot a rocket through optic
You still don't know the top pick?
I got bricks, my foot in your ass
And you shittin' socks bitch!
We shit, leave your 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
Eminem and Swift from the 313
No one, no one is iller me
Fuzz and Buzz-arre from the 313

You now witnessed 4 ill emcees!
From the home of and trash
lyrically blast...