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

I make rappers wanna turn into
I hoes lickin' they fingers
Bring this competition and face this
Got your whole doing subpeonas
Hell nah you ain't seen a genius
Murder whoever's between us, pack your
it close, you can't beat us
While your crew treat us like G's, you best believe this
I done made quadrapalegics outta non-rappin rejects
the whole world ejects your tape, it ain't no secret
That your shit sounds fake, you can't 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 then you can tell
From these shells, how I gotta bend 'em like canals
I erase all trails, somethin' from gettin' bail
you wanna kill an emcee yourself, you might as well
Be within a 25 to sentence, on linkin' trials
Horrified, and on frontin', repentin' and lose they 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 wild
Niggas steady in my face like milk crates, BLAAAOW!

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

Me and Eminem and
Drivin' Van Dyke
Get my dick sucked late at by a fuckin' transvestite
Still on probation for my boy Jason
Should be my medication, it's 9 to 10 I'm facin'
Last week this old man I had to
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 'til I checked her
Fuckin' the white boys got me back on crack
Better explain 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 street is lookin' good!
Rob this boy in his fuckin' paper route
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 an affair with her 10-year old niece

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

Nobody test me, cuz I don't wanna get messy
Especially when I step inside bitch, dick freshly
New Lugz, give the hugs, guzzle two mugs
Before I do drugs that make me throw up like flu
True thugs, rugged unshaven scrubs
Whippin' 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 at these hoes that got boyfriends
Who gives a fuck who was
I'm always takin' else's girl like Cool J does
probably don't be packin' anyways, do they Fuzz?
We walked up, stomped they and blew they buzz
get sandblasted
Stab abdomen with a hand crafted pocketknife and spill your antacid
Sprayed motherfuckin' crib up when I ran past it
Fuckin' felon, headed to hell in a
Talkin' shit will get you, girl and your man blasted
Kidnapped and slapped in a van wrapped in Saran
Get your ass kicked, by these fantastic
Furious four
Flashin' in front of face without the Grand Masters

Slim Shady, ain't nobody iller me

I run like an ass with legs
Massive lead to leave your red
Similar to your ass in a dead
Drastic spread of heads
Come to abort you like a egg
That trash you said got you standin' on legs
Ask the feds past the edge
the most classic 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
I'll get him and him, leave the other two for my Eminem
Never writer's block, I block
My block's tighter, ante up and get top fighters
Got fired for jumpin' the counter a mop stick
bitch 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
Wherever you shop bitch, Fuzz Scooter '97 crop
Sick a-ya'll niggaz at me like I got tits
I shoot a rocket your optic
You niggaz don't know the top pick?
I got bricks, lose my in your ass
And have you shittin' bitch!
We rock shit, leave your fuckin' knot
Grab the from Al by showin' him hot grits
(No one...)

nobody 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 iller me
It's and Buzz-arre from the 313

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