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D12

No One's Iller Me

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

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

I make rappers wanna turn into
I keep hoes they fingers
Bring this competition and this meanin'
Got your whole doing subpeonas
Hell nah you ain't seen a genius
Murder whoever's between us, pack your
Keep it close, you can't us
While your whole crew treat us G's, you best believe this
I done made quadrapalegics outta these non-rappin
While the world ejects your tape, it ain't no secret
That shit sounds fake, you can't stop it my mind state
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
From these shells, how I gotta bend 'em like route
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 keep on frontin', repentin' and lose bowels
is foul when Swift's around, vacate now
Niggas dumb to try to front and escape, how?
I'm gonna take this 'gnac and drink it straight
Niggas steady fallin' in my face like crates, BLAAAOW!

Swifty from the 313
Like I said no one is than me, unnhh!

Me and and Mike
Drivin' Van Dyke
Get my dick late at night by a fuckin' transvestite
Still on probation for my boy Jason
Should be takin' my medication, 9 to 10 I'm facin'
Last week 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 it was my grandmother 'til I checked her pocketbook
with the white boys got me back on crack
Better explain the hell your TVs and VCRs is at
I lost 100 pounds, I ain't been eatin' like I should
This wounded dog in the street is lookin' good!
Rob this little boy in his paper route
Throwin' bottles at day care and yell "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 old niece

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

Nobody better test me, cuz I don't get messy
Especially when I inside this bitch, dick freshly
New Lugz, give the hugs, guzzle two mugs
Before I do drugs that me throw up like flu bugs
True thugs, unshaven messy scrubs
Whippin' like the fuckin' Pepsi clubs
Down a fifth, crack a six
I'm on my seventh 8-ball, now I gotta a piss
I'm at these hoes that got boyfriends
Who gives a who they was
I'm always takin' someone else's girl like J does
They probably don't be packin' anyways, do Fuzz?
We walked up, stomped asses and blew they buzz
Mics get
Stab your abdomen with a crafted pocketknife and spill your antacid
your motherfuckin' crib up when I ran past it
Fuckin' felon, headed to hell in a
Talkin' shit will get you, your girl and man blasted
Kidnapped and slapped in a van wrapped in plastic
Get your damn ass kicked, by fantastic
four motherfuckers
Flashin' in front of your face without the Masters

Slim Shady, ain't nobody than me

I run shit an ass with legs
lead to leave your cabbage red
Similar to your ass in a casket
Drastic spread of acid
Come to abort you a bastard egg
That trash you said got you standin' on plastic
Ask the feds from the edge
Rockin' the most classic
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, the other two for my nigga Eminem
writer's block, I block writers
My block's tighter, ante up and get top fighters
Got fired for the counter with a mop stick
Some bitch ran up screamin' GET THE QUICK!
And got drop kicked, now she "Stop it..."
Got to stop shit, rock shit and grab this hot shit
Wherever you shop bitch, Fuzz Scooter '97 crop
Sick a-ya'll niggaz lookin' at me like I got
I shoot a rocket your optic
You niggaz still don't know the top
I got bricks, my foot in your ass
And have you shittin' bitch!
We rock shit, leave your fuckin' knot
the green from Al by showin' him hot grits
(No one...)

Ain't nobody than me

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

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