Luyện nghe bài hát No One's Iller Then Me

[Featuring Swift Bizarre

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 iller me
No one is iller me
Mr. Swifty from the 313...

I make rappers wanna into singers
I keep lickin' they fingers
Bring this competition and face this
Got whole crew doing subpeonas
Hell nah you ain't seen a crew
Murder whoever's us, pack your heaters
it close, you can't beat us
While your whole crew treat us like G's, you believe this
I done made quadrapalegics outta these rejects
While the whole world ejects your tape, it no secret
That your sounds fake, you can't stop it my mind state
Makes it too for cops in tryin' to stop the crime rate
I'm like Two-Face, I'm to rappers then you can tell
From these shells, how I gotta bend 'em like canals
I erase all trails, farther from 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 Swift's around, now
Niggas dumb enough to try to front and escape,
I'm gonna take this and drink it straight wild
Niggas steady in my face like milk crates, BLAAAOW!
Swifty from the 313
Like I said no one is than me, unnhh!

Me and Eminem and
Drivin' down Van
Get my dick sucked at night by a fuckin' transvestite
Still on probation for stranglin' my boy
be takin' my medication, it's 9 to 10 I'm facin'
Last week old man I had to blast
he tried 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
with the white boys got me back on crack
Better explain where the hell TVs and VCRs is at
I done lost 100 pounds, I ain't been eatin' I should
This wounded dog in the is sure lookin' good!
Rob this little boy in his fuckin' paper
Throwin' bottles at day centers and yell "EVERYBODY GET OUT"!
My beat my ass and shot me in the back with a 2-piece
'cause she out I was havin' an affair with her 10-year old niece
No one, no iller than me
It's Bizarre Kid from 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 when I step inside this bitch, dick
New Lugz, the crew hugs, guzzle two mugs
Before I do drugs that make me throw up flu bugs
True thugs, rugged messy scrubs
Whippin' 40-bottles like the fuckin' 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 gives a fuck who was
I'm always takin' someone else's girl Cool J does
They probably don't be packin' anyways, do Fuzz?
We walked up, stomped they asses and blew they
Mics get
Stab your abdomen with a hand crafted pocketknife and your

Sprayed your motherfuckin' crib up when I ran it
Fuckin' felon, to hell in a handbasket
Talkin' will get you, your girl and your man blasted
Kidnapped and slapped in a van wrapped in Saran
Get your damn ass kicked, by fantastic
four motherfuckers
Flashin' in front of your face without the Grand
Slim Shady, nobody iller than me

I run shit like an ass legs
Massive to leave your cabbage red
to your ass in a casket dead
Drastic spread of acid
Come to abort you like a egg
That trash you 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 fantastic 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, leave the other two for my Eminem
Never writer's block, I writers
My block's tighter, ante up and get 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 stop shit, rock shit and grab this hot
you shop bitch, Fuzz Scooter '97 crop pick
Sick a-ya'll lookin' at me like I got tits
I a rocket through your optic
You still don't know the top pick?
I got bricks, my foot in your ass
And have you shittin' bitch!
We rock shit, leave fuckin' 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
Fuzz and Buzz-arre from the 313
You have now 4 ill emcees!
From the home of potholes and
We'll blast...