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D12

No One's Iller 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 wanna turn into singers
I keep hoes lickin' fingers
Bring this competition and face meanin'
Got your whole doing subpeonas
nah you ain't seen a crew genius
Murder whoever's us, pack your heaters
Keep it close, you can't us
While your crew treat us like G's, you best believe this
I done made quadrapalegics these non-rappin rejects
While the whole world your tape, it ain't no secret
That shit sounds fake, you can't stop it my mind state
Makes it too late for cops in tryin' to stop the crime
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' farther from gettin'
Makes you wanna kill an emcee yourself, you as well
Be within a 25 to sentence, on linkin' trials
Horrified, and keep on frontin', repentin' and lose they
is foul when Swift's around, vacate now
Niggas enough to try to front and escape, how?
I'm gonna take this 'gnac and it straight wild
steady fallin' in my face like milk crates, BLAAAOW!

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

Me and and Mike
Drivin' Van Dyke
Get my dick late at night by a fuckin' transvestite
Still on probation for stranglin' my boy
Should be takin' my medication, 9 to 10 I'm facin'
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 by a hook
realize it was my grandmother 'til I checked her pocketbook
Fuckin' the white boys got me back on crack
Better explain where the hell your TVs and is at
I done lost 100 pounds, I ain't been eatin' I should
This wounded dog in the street is lookin' good!
Rob this little boy in his fuckin' paper
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 out I was havin' an affair with her 10-year old niece

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

Nobody better me, cuz I don't wanna get messy
Especially I step inside this bitch, dick freshly
New Lugz, the crew hugs, guzzle two mugs
Before I do drugs make me throw 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 hoes that got boyfriends
Who gives a fuck who was
I'm always takin' someone else's 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 your abdomen with a hand crafted pocketknife and spill your
your motherfuckin' crib up when I ran past it
Fuckin' felon, to hell in a handbasket
Talkin' shit will get you, your and your man blasted
and slapped in a van wrapped in Saran plastic
Get your damn ass kicked, by these
Furious motherfuckers
Flashin' in front of your without the Grand Masters

Shady, ain't 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 you like a bastard egg
That trash you said got you standin' on legs
Ask the feds from past the
Rockin' the classic threads
Flashin' bread, down the window
Bitch you got some legs, you can get 'til that ass get red
You can get 'til ass get red
Bizarre you get him and him, you get him and him
I'll get him and him, leave the two for my nigga Eminem
Never writer's block, I writers
My block's tighter, up and get your top fighters
Got fired for the counter with a mop stick
Some ran up screamin' GET THE COPS QUICK!
And got drop kicked, now she "Stop it..."
Got clips to stop shit, shit and grab this hot shit
Wherever you shop bitch, Fuzz '97 crop pick
Sick a-ya'll niggaz at me like I got tits
I shoot a rocket through your
You niggaz still don't the top pick?
I got bricks, lose my foot in ass
And have you socks bitch!
We rock shit, leave your knot split
Grab the green from Al by him hot grits
(No one...)

Ain't iller 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 iller me
It's and Buzz-arre from the 313

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