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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 iller me
No one is iller me
Mr. Swifty from the 313...

I make rappers turn into singers
I keep lickin' they fingers
Bring competition and face this meanin'
Got whole crew doing subpeonas
Hell nah you ain't seen a crew
Murder whoever's between us, pack heaters
Keep it close, you beat us
While your crew treat us like G's, you best believe this
I done made outta these non-rappin rejects
While the whole world ejects your tape, it no secret
That your shit sounds fake, you can't stop it my state
it too late for cops in tryin' to stop 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 route
I erase all trails, somethin' farther from bail
Makes you wanna kill an emcee yourself, you might as
Be a 25 to life sentence, on linkin' trials
Horrified, and keep on frontin', repentin' and they bowels
Everything is foul when around, vacate now
Niggas dumb enough to try to and escape, how?
I'm gonna take this and drink it straight wild
Niggas fallin' in my face like milk crates, BLAAAOW!

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

Me and and Mike
Drivin' Van Dyke
Get my dick sucked late at night by a fuckin'
on probation for stranglin' 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
this old lady, hung her neck by a hook
Didn't realize it was my grandmother I checked her pocketbook
Fuckin' the white boys got me back on crack
Better explain where the hell TVs and VCRs is at
I done lost 100 pounds, I ain't been like I should
This dog in the street is sure lookin' good!
Rob this boy in his fuckin' paper route
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 with her old niece

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

Nobody better me, cuz I don't wanna get messy
Especially when I step this bitch, dick freshly
New Lugz, give the crew hugs, two mugs
Before I do drugs that make me throw up flu bugs
thugs, rugged unshaven messy scrubs
Whippin' 40-bottles the fuckin' Pepsi clubs
Down a fifth, crack a six
I'm on my seventh 8-ball, now I gotta a piss
I'm hollerin' at hoes that got boyfriends
Who a fuck who they was
I'm always takin' else's girl like Cool J does
They don't be packin' anyways, do they Fuzz?
We walked up, stomped they asses and blew they
Mics get
your abdomen with a hand crafted pocketknife and spill your antacid
Sprayed your motherfuckin' crib up I ran past it
Fuckin' felon, headed to hell in a
Talkin' shit will get you, your girl and your man
Kidnapped and slapped in a van wrapped in plastic
Get your ass kicked, by these fantastic
Furious motherfuckers
Flashin' in front of your face without the Grand

Slim Shady, ain't iller than me

I run shit like an ass legs
Massive lead to leave cabbage red
to your ass in a casket dead
Drastic spread of acid
Come to abort you a bastard egg
That trash you said got you standin' on plastic
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
you get him and him, Swift you get him and him
I'll get him and him, leave the other two for my nigga
Never block, I block writers
My block's tighter, ante up and get top fighters
Got fired for jumpin' the with a mop stick
Some bitch ran up screamin' GET THE QUICK!
And got drop kicked, now she "Stop it..."
Got clips to stop shit, rock shit and this hot shit
Wherever you bitch, Fuzz Scooter '97 crop pick
Sick a-ya'll niggaz lookin' at me like I got
I a rocket through your optic
You niggaz still don't the top pick?
I got bricks, lose my foot in ass
And have you shittin' bitch!
We rock shit, leave your fuckin' split
Grab the from Al by showin' him hot grits
(No one...)

Ain't nobody iller 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 than me
Fuzz and Buzz-arre from the 313

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