Artist: Eminem f/ Swift, Bizarre &
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. Swifty the 313...
I rappers wanna turn into singers I keep hoes lickin' fingers Bring competition and face this meanin' Got your whole crew doing nah you ain't seen a crew genius Murder whoever's between us, pack your it close, you can't beat us While your whole crew treat us like G's, you best this I done made quadrapalegics outta non-rappin rejects the whole world ejects your tape, it ain't no secret That your shit sounds fake, you stop it my mind state Makes it too late for cops in to stop the crime rate I'm like Two-Face, I'm painful to rappers then you can From these shells, how I gotta bend 'em like canals I erase all trails, somethin' farther from gettin' Makes you wanna kill an emcee yourself, you as well Be a 25 to life sentence, on linkin' trials Horrified, and keep on frontin', repentin' and lose they Everything is foul when Swift's around, now dumb enough to try to front and escape, how? I'm gonna this 'gnac and drink it straight wild Niggas steady in my face like milk crates, BLAAAOW!
It's Swifty the 313 Like I no one is iller than me, unnhh!
Me and Eminem and Drivin' Van Dyke Get my dick sucked late at night by a fuckin' Still on probation for my boy Jason Should be my medication, it's 9 to 10 I'm facin' Last this old man I had to blast he tried 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 'til I checked her pocketbook Fuckin' with the white got me back on crack explain where the hell your TVs and VCRs is at I done lost 100 pounds, I ain't been eatin' I should This wounded dog in the street is sure good! Rob this boy in his fuckin' paper route Throwin' at day care centers and yell "EVERYBODY GET OUT"! My girl my ass and shot me in the back with a 2-piece 'cause she found out I was an affair with her 10-year old niece
No one, no one's iller me It's Kid straight from the 313 No one, no one is iller me It's Bizarre Kid straight the 313
Nobody better test me, 'cause I don't wanna get Especially when I step this bitch, dick freshly New Lugz, give the hugs, guzzle two mugs Before I do drugs that make me throw up flu bugs True thugs, unshaven messy scrubs Whippin' 40-bottles like the fuckin' Pepsi 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 fuck who was I'm always takin' someone else's girl like Cool J They probably don't be anyways, do they Fuzz? We walked up, stomped they 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 Fuckin' felon, headed to hell in a shit will get you, your girl and your man blasted Kidnapped and slapped in a van in Saran plastic Get your damn ass kicked, by these four motherfuckers Flashin' in front of face without the Grand Masters
Slim Shady, ain't nobody iller me
I run shit an ass with legs Massive lead to leave your red to your ass in a casket dead Drastic of acid heads Come to abort you a bastard egg That trash you said got you standin' on legs Ask the feds from past the Rockin' the most threads bread, roll down the window Bitch you got some fantastic legs, you can get that ass get red You can get 'til ass get red you get him and him, Swift you get him and him I'll get him and him, the other two for my nigga Eminem Never writer's block, I writers My block's tighter, ante up and get your top Got fired for the counter with a mop stick Some bitch ran up GET THE COPS QUICK! And got kicked, now she screamin' "Stop it..." Got clips to stop shit, rock shit and 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 don't know the top pick? I got bricks, lose my foot in ass And have you shittin' bitch! We rock shit, leave your fuckin' split Grab the green from Al by him hot grits (No one...)
Ain't nobody iller me
It's the Mr. from the 313 No one, no one is than me It's Eminem and Swift the 313 No one, no one is iller me Fuzz and Buzz-arre from the 313
You have now 4 ill emcees! the home of potholes and trash We'll blast...