Yeah,yeah, Kid comin' at you (Bang) and Fuzz and Mr. Swifty
No one's iller me (Wha?) No one, no one's than me No iller than me It's Mr. from the 313
I make rappers wanna into singers I hoes lickin' they fingers Bring this and face this meanin' Got your whole crew subpoenas
nah, you ain't seen a crew genius Murder whoever's between us, pack your Keep it close, you can't us While your whole crew treat us 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 shit sounds fake, you can't stop it my mind state Makes it too late for cops in tryin' to stop the rate
I'm like Two-Face, I'm painful to rappers then you can From these shells, how I gotta bend 'em route canals I erase all trails, somethin' farther from bail Makes you wanna kill an emcee yourself, you as well
Be within a 25 to life sentence, on linkin' Horrified and keep on frontin', repentin' and lose bowels Everything is when Swift's around, vacate now Niggas dumb enough to try to and escape, how?
I'm gonna take this and drink it straight wild Niggas steady fallin' in my face like crates Swifty from the 313 Like I no one is iller than me
Me and Eminem and Mike, down Van Dyke Get my dick late at night by a fuckin' transvestite on probation for stranglin' my boy Jason Should be my medication, it's 9 to 10, I'm facin'
Last week old man I had to blast 'Cuz he tried to me out when my car was out of gas Ripped this old lady, her neck by a hook Didn't realize it was my grandmother 'til I checked her
Fuckin' with the white boys got me on crack Better where the hell your TVs and VCRs is at I done 100 pounds, I ain't been eatin' like I should This wounded dog in the street is 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 she found out I was havin' an affair with her 10-year old niece
No one, no one's iller me Bizarre Kid straight from the 313 No one, no one's iller me It's Bizarre Kid straight the 313
Nobody better test me I don't wanna get messy Especially when I step inside bitch, dick 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 Down a fifth, crack a six I'm on my seventh 8-ball, now, I take a piss
I'm hollerin' at these hoes got boyfriends Who gives a who they was I'm takin' someone else's girl like Cool J does They probably don't be packin' anyways, do they We walked up, stomped asses and blew they buzz
get sandblasted, stab your abdomen With a hand crafted pocketknife and your antacid Sprayed your motherfuckin' crib up I ran past it felon, headed to hell in a hand basket
Talkin' shit will get you, your girl and your man Kidnapped and in a van wrapped in Saran plastic Get your ass kicked, by these fantastic Furious four Flashin' in front of face without the Grand Masters
Shady, ain't nobody iller than me
I run shit an ass with legs Massive to leave your cabbage red Similar to ass in a casket dead spread of acid heads
Come to abort you like a egg That trash you said got you standin' on plastic Ask the feds from the edge Rockin' the classic threads
bread, roll down the window Bitch, you got some legs You can get 'til 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, the other two for my nigga Eminem Never writer's block, I block My tighter, ante up and get your top fighters
Got fired for jumpin' the counter 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 and grab this hot shit
Wherever you shop, bitch, Fuzz Scooter '97 crop Sick, a-y'all lookin' at me like I got tits I shoot a rocket through optic You niggaz still don't the top pick?
I got bricks, lose my foot in ass And have you shittin' socks, We rock shit, leave your knot split Grab the green from Al by showin' him hot (No one)
Ain't iller than me
It's the Mr. Fuzzy the 313 No one, no one's iller me Eminem and Swift from the 313 No one, no one's than me It's and Buzz-arre from the 313
You now witnessed 4 ill emcees From the of potholes and trash We'll lyrically