Luyện nghe bài hát No One's Iller Then Me

[Featuring Swift Fuzz]

Yeah...ha ha ha (BANG!) Bizarre Kid comin' at you
Eminem and 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. from the 313...

I rappers wanna turn into singers
I keep lickin' they fingers
Bring competition and face this meanin'
Got your whole crew doing
Hell nah you ain't seen a genius
Murder whoever's between us, pack heaters
it close, you can't beat us
While your whole 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 can't stop it my mind
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 shells, how I gotta bend 'em like route canals
I erase all trails, somethin' farther from gettin'
Makes you wanna kill an emcee yourself, you as well
Be within a 25 to sentence, on linkin' trials
Horrified, and keep on frontin', repentin' and lose bowels
Everything is foul when Swift's around, now
Niggas dumb to try to front and escape, how?
I'm gonna this 'gnac and drink it straight wild
Niggas fallin' in my face like milk crates, BLAAAOW!
It's from the 313
I said no one is iller than me, unnhh!

Me and Eminem and
Drivin' down Van
Get my dick sucked late at by a fuckin' transvestite
Still on probation for stranglin' my boy
Should be takin' my medication, 9 to 10 I'm facin'
Last week old man I had to blast
'cause he to help me out when my car was out of gas
Ripped this old lady, her neck 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 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 beat my ass and shot me in the back with a 2-piece
'cause she found out I was havin' an with her 10-year old niece
No one, no one's iller me
It's Bizarre Kid straight the 313
No one, no one is than me
It's Kid straight from the 313

Nobody better test me, I don't wanna get messy
Especially I step inside this bitch, dick freshly
New Lugz, the crew hugs, guzzle two mugs
Before I do drugs that make me up like flu bugs
True thugs, unshaven messy scrubs
Whippin' 40-bottles like the fuckin' Pepsi
Down a fifth, open a six
I'm on my 8-ball, now I gotta take a piss
I'm hollerin' at these that got boyfriends
Who gives a who they was
I'm always takin' else's girl like Cool J does
They probably don't be anyways, do they Fuzz?
We walked up, stomped they asses and blew they
Mics get
your abdomen with a hand crafted pocketknife and spill your

Sprayed your motherfuckin' up when I ran past it
Fuckin' felon, headed to in a handbasket
Talkin' 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
Furious motherfuckers
Flashin' in front of your face without the Grand
Slim Shady, nobody iller than me

I run shit like an ass with
Massive to leave your cabbage red
Similar to your ass in a dead
Drastic spread of heads
Come to you like a bastard egg
That trash you said got you on plastic legs
Ask the feds from the edge
Rockin' the most classic
Flashin' bread, roll down the
Bitch you got some fantastic legs, you can get 'til 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, leave the other two for my nigga
Never block, I block 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 drop kicked, now she "Stop it..."
Got clips to stop shit, shit and grab this hot shit
Wherever you bitch, Fuzz Scooter '97 crop pick
Sick niggaz lookin' at me like I got tits
I shoot a rocket through your
You niggaz still know the top pick?
I got bricks, lose my in your ass
And have you shittin' bitch!
We rock shit, leave your knot split
Grab the green Al by showin' him hot grits
(No one...)
Ain't iller than me

It's the Mr. from the 313
No one, no one is iller me
It's and Swift from the 313
No one, no one is than me
It's Fuzz and Buzz-arre the 313
You have now 4 ill emcees!
From the home of and trash
lyrically blast...