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D12

No One's Than Me

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

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

I make rappers wanna turn singers
I keep hoes lickin' they
Bring this and face this meanin'
Got your whole doing subpeonas
Hell nah you ain't seen a genius
Murder between us, pack your heaters
it close, you can't beat us
While your whole crew treat us like G's, you best believe
I done made quadrapalegics outta these rejects
While the whole world ejects your tape, it ain't no
That your shit sounds fake, you can't stop it my mind
Makes it too late for 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 gotta bend 'em like route
I erase all trails, somethin' from gettin' bail
Makes you kill 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 Swift's around, now
Niggas dumb enough to try to and escape, how?
I'm gonna this 'gnac and drink it straight wild
Niggas steady fallin' in my face milk crates, BLAAAOW!

It's from the 313
I said no one is iller than me, unnhh!

Me and Eminem and
Drivin' down Van
Get my dick sucked at night by a fuckin' transvestite
Still on probation for my boy Jason
Should be takin' my medication, it's 9 to 10 I'm
Last week old man I had to blast
Cuz he tried to me out when my car was out of gas
this old lady, hung her neck by a hook
Didn't realize it was my grandmother 'til I checked her
Fuckin' with the boys got me back on crack
Better where the hell your TVs and VCRs is at
I done lost 100 pounds, I been eatin' like I should
This wounded dog in the street is lookin' good!
Rob this little boy in his fuckin' paper
bottles at day care centers and yell "EVERYBODY GET OUT"!
My girl beat my ass and shot me in the back a 2-piece
Cuz she found out I was havin' an affair with her 10-year old

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

Nobody better test me, cuz I don't get messy
when I step inside this bitch, dick freshly
New Lugz, give the hugs, guzzle two mugs
Before I do drugs that make me up like flu bugs
True thugs, rugged messy scrubs
Whippin' 40-bottles like the fuckin' clubs
a fifth, crack open a six
I'm on my seventh 8-ball, now I gotta take a
I'm at these hoes that got boyfriends
Who a fuck who they was
I'm always someone else's girl like Cool J does
They probably don't be anyways, do they Fuzz?
We up, stomped they asses and blew they buzz
get sandblasted
Stab your abdomen with a hand crafted pocketknife and your antacid
Sprayed motherfuckin' crib up when I ran past it
felon, headed to hell in a handbasket
Talkin' shit will get you, your girl and your man
Kidnapped and in a van wrapped in Saran plastic
Get your ass kicked, by these fantastic
four motherfuckers
Flashin' in front of your without the Grand Masters

Slim Shady, ain't nobody than me

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

Ain't iller than me

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

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