Yeah,yeah, Bizarre Kid at you (Bang) and Fuzz and Mr. Swifty
No one's than me (Wha?) No one, no one's than me No iller than me It's Mr. Swifty the 313
I make rappers wanna turn singers I keep hoes they fingers Bring this competition and this meanin' Got whole crew doing subpoenas
Hell nah, you ain't seen a genius Murder between us, pack your heaters Keep it close, you beat us While whole crew treat us like G's, you best believe this
I done made quadrapalegics outta these rejects the whole world ejects your tape, it ain't no secret That your shit sounds fake, you can't stop it my mind it too late 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 bend 'em like route canals I erase all trails, farther from gettin' bail Makes you wanna kill an emcee yourself, you as well
Be a 25 to life sentence, on linkin' trials Horrified and on frontin', repentin' and lose they bowels Everything is foul when around, vacate now Niggas dumb enough to try to and escape, how?
I'm gonna take this 'gnac and drink it wild Niggas fallin' in my face like milk crates Swifty from the 313 Like I said no one is iller me
Me and and Mike, drivin' down Van Dyke Get my dick late at night by a fuckin' transvestite on probation 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 Ripped this old lady, hung her neck by a Didn't realize it was my grandmother 'til I her pocketbook
Fuckin' with the white boys got me on crack Better explain the hell your TVs and VCRs is at I done lost 100 pounds, I ain't been eatin' I should wounded dog in the street is sure lookin' good
Rob little 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 a 2-piece 'Cuz she found out I was havin' an affair with her old niece
No one, no one's iller me It's Bizarre Kid from the 313 No one, no one's iller me Bizarre Kid straight from the 313
Nobody better test me 'cuz I wanna get messy Especially I step inside this bitch, dick freshly New Lugz, give the hugs, guzzle two mugs Before I do drugs make me throw up like flu bugs
True thugs, rugged messy scrubs Whippin' 40-bottles like the fuckin' Pepsi Down a fifth, open a six I'm on my seventh 8-ball, now, I gotta a piss
I'm hollerin' at hoes that got boyfriends Who gives a who they 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 asses and blew buzz
Mics get sandblasted, stab abdomen With a hand crafted pocketknife and spill your Sprayed your motherfuckin' up when I ran past it Fuckin' felon, to hell in a hand basket
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 four motherfuckers Flashin' in front of your face without the Masters
Slim Shady, nobody iller than me
I run shit an ass with legs Massive lead to leave your red Similar to your ass in a casket Drastic spread of heads
to abort you like a bastard egg That you said got you standin' on plastic legs Ask the feds past the edge Rockin' the classic threads
bread, roll down the window Bitch, you got fantastic legs You can get 'til 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 nigga Never writer's block, I writers My tighter, ante up and get your top fighters
Got fired for the counter with a mop stick bitch ran up screamin', "Get the cops, quick" And got kicked, now she screamin', "Stop it" Got clips to stop shit, rock shit and grab hot shit
Wherever you shop, bitch, Fuzz '97 crop pick Sick, niggaz lookin' at me like I got tits I shoot a rocket your optic You niggaz still don't the top pick?
I got bricks, lose my in your ass And have you socks, bitch We rock shit, leave your knot split the green from Al by showin' him hot grits (No one)
Ain't iller than me
It's the Mr. from the 313 No one, no one's iller me It's and Swift from the 313 No one, no iller than me It's Fuzz and from the 313
You have now 4 ill emcees the home of potholes and trash We'll lyrically