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 iller me No one is iller me It's mr. swifty the 313...
I make rappers turn into singers I keep hoes lickin' fingers Bring this and face this meanin' Got your whole doing subpeonas Hell nah you seen a crew genius Murder whoever's us, pack your heaters Keep it close, you beat us your whole crew treat us like g's, you best believe this I made quadrapalegics outta these non-rappin rejects While the world ejects your tape, it ain't no secret That your shit sounds fake, you stop it my mind state Makes it too for cops in tryin' to stop the crime 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 kill an emcee yourself, you might as well Be within a 25 to life sentence, on trials Horrified, and keep on frontin', repentin' and they bowels Everything is foul when swift's around, now Niggas dumb enough to try to front and escape, I'm gonna take 'gnac and drink it straight wild Niggas steady fallin' in my face milk crates, blaaaow!
It's from the 313 Like I no one is iller than me, unnhh!
Me and and mike Drivin' van dyke Get my dick sucked late at night by a transvestite on probation for stranglin' my boy jason Should be takin' my medication, it's 9 to 10 I'm Last this old man I had to blast 'cause he tried to me out when my car was out of gas this old lady, hung her neck by a hook Didn't realize it was my grandmother I checked her pocketbook Fuckin' with the white got me back on crack Better explain where the hell your tvs and is at I lost 100 pounds, I ain't been eatin' like I should This wounded dog in the is sure lookin' good! Rob this little boy in his fuckin' paper Throwin' bottles at day care and yell "everybody get out"! My girl beat my ass and 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 iller than me It's kid straight from the 313 No one, no one is than me It's bizarre kid straight the 313
Nobody test me, 'cause I don't wanna get messy Especially when I step this bitch, dick freshly New lugz, give the crew hugs, two mugs Before I do drugs that make me up like flu bugs True thugs, rugged unshaven scrubs 40-bottles like the fuckin' pepsi clubs Down a fifth, open a six I'm on my 8-ball, now I gotta take a piss I'm hollerin' at these hoes that got Who gives a fuck who was I'm always takin' someone else's girl cool j does They probably don't be anyways, do they fuzz? We walked up, stomped they asses and blew they get sandblasted Stab your abdomen a hand crafted pocketknife and spill your antacid Sprayed your motherfuckin' crib up I ran past it Fuckin' felon, to hell in a handbasket shit will get you, your girl and your man blasted Kidnapped and slapped in a van wrapped in plastic Get your ass kicked, by these fantastic Furious four Flashin' in front of your face without the grand
Slim shady, ain't nobody iller me
I run shit an ass with legs lead to leave your cabbage red Similar to ass in a casket dead Drastic spread of acid Come to abort you a bastard egg That trash you said got you on plastic legs Ask the feds past the edge Rockin' the most threads bread, roll 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 Never writer's block, I block My block's tighter, up and get your top fighters Got fired for jumpin' the counter a mop stick Some bitch ran up screamin' get the quick! And got drop kicked, now she "stop it..." Got clips to shit, rock shit and grab this hot shit Wherever you shop bitch, fuzz scooter '97 crop Sick a-ya'll niggaz at me like I got tits I shoot a rocket through optic You niggaz still know the top pick? I got bricks, my foot in your ass And you shittin' socks bitch! We rock shit, leave your knot split Grab the green from al by him hot grits (no one...)
Ain't nobody iller me
It's the mr. fuzzy the 313 No one, no one is than me It's eminem and from the 313 No one, no one is than me It's fuzz and buzz-arre the 313
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