Yeah,yeah, Kid comin' at you (Bang) Eminem and and Mr. Swifty
No one's iller me (Wha?) No one, no one's iller me No one's than me It's Mr. from the 313
I make wanna turn into singers I keep hoes they fingers Bring this competition and face this Got your whole crew doing
Hell nah, you ain't seen a crew Murder whoever's between us, your heaters Keep it close, you can't us While your whole crew treat us like G's, you best this
I done made quadrapalegics outta non-rappin' rejects While the whole world ejects your tape, it ain't no That shit sounds fake, you can't stop it my mind state Makes it too late for 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 canals I erase all trails, somethin' farther gettin' bail Makes you wanna kill an emcee yourself, you might as
Be within a 25 to life sentence, on trials Horrified and keep on frontin', repentin' and they bowels Everything is foul when around, vacate now Niggas enough to try to front and escape, how?
I'm gonna take this and drink it straight wild Niggas steady fallin' in my like milk crates Swifty from the 313 Like I said no one is than me
Me and and Mike, drivin' down Van Dyke Get my dick sucked late at night by a fuckin' Still on probation for my boy Jason be takin' my medication, it's 9 to 10, I'm facin'
Last week this old man I had to 'Cuz he to help me out when my car was out of gas Ripped this old lady, hung her by a hook Didn't realize it was my grandmother I checked her pocketbook
Fuckin' with the white boys got me on crack explain where the hell your TVs and VCRs is at I done lost 100 pounds, I ain't been eatin' like I wounded dog in the street is sure lookin' good
Rob little boy in his fuckin' paper route Throwin' bottles at day care and yell, "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 with her 10-year old niece
No one, no one's than me Bizarre Kid straight from the 313 No one, no one's iller me Bizarre Kid straight from the 313
Nobody better me 'cuz I don't wanna get messy when I step inside this bitch, dick freshly New Lugz, give the crew hugs, guzzle two Before I do that make me throw up like flu bugs
True thugs, rugged messy scrubs Whippin' 40-bottles like the Pepsi clubs Down a fifth, 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 someone else's girl like Cool J does probably don't be packin' anyways, do they Fuzz? We walked up, stomped asses and blew they buzz
get sandblasted, stab your abdomen With a crafted pocketknife and spill your antacid your motherfuckin' crib up when I ran past it Fuckin' felon, to hell in a hand basket
Talkin' shit get you, your girl and your man blasted Kidnapped and slapped in a van wrapped in plastic Get your damn ass kicked, by these Furious four Flashin' in of your face without the Grand Masters
Slim Shady, ain't iller than me
I run like an ass with legs Massive to leave your cabbage red to your ass in a casket dead Drastic of acid heads
Come to abort you like a egg That you said got you standin' on plastic legs Ask the feds from past the Rockin' the most threads
Flashin' bread, roll the window Bitch, you got some 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 Eminem Never block, I block writers My block's tighter, ante up and get your top
Got for jumpin' the counter with a mop stick Some ran up screamin', "Get the cops, quick" And got kicked, now she screamin', "Stop it" Got clips to shit, rock shit and grab this hot shit
Wherever you shop, bitch, Fuzz '97 crop pick Sick, a-y'all niggaz lookin' at me like I got I shoot a rocket through optic You niggaz still don't the top pick?
I got bricks, my foot in your ass And you shittin' socks, bitch We rock shit, leave your fuckin' split Grab the green from Al by showin' him hot (No one)
nobody iller than me
It's the Mr. from the 313 No one, no one's iller me It's Eminem and from the 313 No one, no one's than me Fuzz and Buzz-arre from the 313
You have now witnessed 4 ill From the of potholes and trash We'll lyrically