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

I make rappers wanna turn singers
I hoes lickin' they fingers
Bring this competition and face meanin'
Got your crew doing subpeonas
Hell nah you ain't seen a genius
Murder whoever's between us, pack heaters
it close, you can't beat us
While your whole crew treat us like G's, you 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 it my mind state
Makes it too late for cops in tryin' to stop the rate
I'm Two-Face, I'm painful to rappers then you can tell
From these shells, how I bend 'em like route canals
I all trails, somethin' farther from gettin' bail
Makes you wanna kill an yourself, you might as well
Be within a 25 to life sentence, on linkin'
Horrified, and keep on frontin', repentin' and lose they
Everything is foul Swift's around, vacate now
dumb enough to try to front and escape, how?
I'm take this 'gnac and drink it straight wild
Niggas steady fallin' in my face milk crates, BLAAAOW!

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

Me and and Mike
Drivin' down Van
Get my dick sucked late at night by a transvestite
Still on 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 tried to help me out my car was out of gas
Ripped this old lady, hung her by a hook
Didn't it was my grandmother 'til I checked her pocketbook
Fuckin' with the boys got me back on crack
Better explain where the 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 centers and "EVERYBODY GET OUT"!
My girl beat my ass and shot me in the with a 2-piece
Cuz she found out I was havin' an affair her 10-year old niece

No one, no one's than me
Bizarre 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 this bitch, freshly
New Lugz, give the crew hugs, two mugs
Before I do that make me throw up like flu bugs
True thugs, rugged unshaven scrubs
Whippin' like the fuckin' Pepsi clubs
a fifth, crack open a six
I'm on my seventh 8-ball, now I gotta take a
I'm at these hoes that got boyfriends
Who a fuck who they was
I'm always takin' someone else's girl Cool J does
They don't be packin' anyways, do they Fuzz?
We walked up, they asses and blew they buzz
Mics get
Stab your abdomen with a hand crafted pocketknife and spill antacid
Sprayed your 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 in a van wrapped in Saran plastic
Get your ass kicked, by these fantastic
Furious motherfuckers
Flashin' in front of your without the Grand Masters

Slim Shady, nobody iller than me

I run shit an ass with legs
Massive lead to your cabbage red
Similar to your ass in a dead
Drastic spread of acid
Come to you like a bastard egg
trash you said got you standin' on plastic legs
Ask the feds past the edge
the most classic threads
Flashin' bread, down the window
Bitch you got fantastic 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 other two for my Eminem
writer's block, I block writers
My block's tighter, ante up and get top fighters
Got for jumpin' the counter with a mop stick
Some bitch ran up screamin' GET THE QUICK!
And got kicked, now she screamin' "Stop it..."
Got clips to stop shit, rock and grab this hot shit
you shop bitch, Fuzz Scooter '97 crop pick
Sick a-ya'll lookin' at me like I got tits
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 shit, leave your fuckin' knot split
Grab the 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
Eminem and Swift 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 potholes and
We'll blast...