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

I make rappers wanna into singers
I keep hoes lickin' fingers
this competition and face this meanin'
Got whole crew doing subpeonas
Hell nah you ain't seen a crew
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 done made outta these non-rappin rejects
While the world ejects your tape, it ain't no secret
That your shit sounds fake, you can't stop it my state
Makes it too for cops in tryin' to stop the crime rate
I'm like Two-Face, I'm painful to rappers you can tell
From these shells, how I gotta bend 'em route 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 this 'gnac and drink it straight wild
Niggas steady fallin' in my face milk crates, BLAAAOW!

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

Me and Eminem and
down Van Dyke
Get my dick sucked at night by a fuckin' transvestite
Still on for stranglin' my boy Jason
Should be takin' my medication, 9 to 10 I'm facin'
week this 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 'til I checked her pocketbook
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 been eatin' like I should
This wounded dog in the is sure 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 with a
Cuz she found out I was havin' an affair her 10-year old niece

No one, no one's iller me
It's Kid straight from 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 bitch, dick freshly
New Lugz, give the hugs, guzzle two mugs
Before I do drugs that make me up like flu bugs
thugs, rugged unshaven messy scrubs
Whippin' 40-bottles like the fuckin' clubs
a fifth, crack open a six
I'm on my 8-ball, now I gotta take a piss
I'm hollerin' at these hoes that got
Who gives a who they was
I'm always someone else's girl like Cool J does
They probably be packin' anyways, do they Fuzz?
We walked up, stomped they and blew they buzz
Mics get
Stab your abdomen with a hand crafted pocketknife and spill your
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 slapped in a van wrapped in plastic
Get your damn ass kicked, by these
four motherfuckers
Flashin' in front of your face the Grand Masters

Slim Shady, nobody iller than me

I run like an ass with legs
Massive lead to your cabbage red
Similar to your ass in a dead
Drastic of acid heads
Come to abort you a bastard egg
That trash you said got you on plastic legs
Ask the feds from past the
Rockin' the classic threads
Flashin' bread, roll the window
Bitch you got 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 block, I block writers
My block's tighter, 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 drop kicked, now she "Stop it..."
Got clips to shit, rock shit and grab this hot shit
Wherever you shop bitch, Fuzz Scooter '97 crop
Sick a-ya'll niggaz lookin' at me I got tits
I shoot a rocket your optic
You niggaz still know the top pick?
I got bricks, lose my in your ass
And you shittin' socks bitch!
We rock shit, your fuckin' knot split
Grab the green 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 iller me
Eminem and Swift from the 313
No one, no one is than me
It's Fuzz and from the 313

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