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D12

No Iller Than Me

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

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

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

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

Me and and Mike
Drivin' Van Dyke
Get my sucked late 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 to help me out when my car was out of gas
Ripped this old lady, hung her neck by a
Didn't realize it was my grandmother 'til I checked her
with the white boys got me back on crack
Better where the hell your TVs and VCRs is at
I done lost 100 pounds, I ain't been like I should
This wounded dog in the is sure lookin' good!
Rob this little boy in his paper route
Throwin' bottles at day 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 her 10-year old niece

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

Nobody better test me, cuz I don't wanna get
Especially when I step inside this bitch, freshly
New Lugz, the crew hugs, guzzle two mugs
Before I do drugs that me throw up like flu bugs
thugs, rugged unshaven messy scrubs
Whippin' 40-bottles like the fuckin' Pepsi
Down a fifth, open a six
I'm on my seventh 8-ball, now I take a piss
I'm at these hoes that got boyfriends
Who a fuck who they was
I'm always takin' someone else's girl Cool J does
They don't 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 hell in a
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 four
Flashin' in front of your face without the Grand

Shady, ain't nobody iller than me

I run shit like an ass with
Massive lead to leave your red
Similar to your ass in a dead
Drastic spread of acid
to abort you like a bastard egg
That trash you said got you standin' on legs
Ask the feds past the edge
Rockin' the most threads
bread, roll down the window
Bitch you got some fantastic legs, you can get 'til ass get red
You can get that ass get red
you get him and him, Swift you get him and him
I'll get him and him, the other two for my nigga Eminem
Never writer's block, I writers
My tighter, ante up and get your top fighters
Got for jumpin' the counter with a mop stick
Some bitch ran up GET THE COPS QUICK!
And got kicked, now she screamin' "Stop it..."
Got clips to stop shit, rock shit and grab this hot
you shop bitch, Fuzz Scooter '97 crop pick
Sick niggaz lookin' at me like I got tits
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
the green from Al by showin' him hot grits
(No one...)

Ain't nobody iller me

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

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