Luyện nghe bài hát No One's Iller Then Me

[Featuring Bizarre Fuzz]

Yeah...ha ha ha (BANG!) Yeah Bizarre Kid at you
Eminem and and Mr. Swifty ha ha
No iller than me (wha?)
No one no one is than me
No one is than me
It's Mr. from the 313...

I make wanna turn into singers
I keep lickin' they fingers
Bring this competition and this meanin'
Got your whole crew subpeonas
Hell nah you ain't seen a crew
Murder whoever's us, pack your heaters
Keep it close, you can't us
While your whole crew treat us G's, you best believe this
I made quadrapalegics outta these non-rappin rejects
While the whole world ejects your tape, it no secret
That your shit sounds fake, you stop it my mind state
Makes it too late for 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 'em like route canals
I erase all trails, somethin' farther gettin' bail
you wanna kill an emcee yourself, you might as well
Be within a 25 to sentence, on linkin' trials
Horrified, and keep on frontin', repentin' and lose bowels
Everything is when Swift's around, vacate now
Niggas enough to try to front and escape, how?
I'm gonna this 'gnac and drink it straight wild
Niggas steady fallin' in my face like crates, BLAAAOW!
Swifty from the 313
Like I said no one is than me, unnhh!

Me and Eminem and
Drivin' Van Dyke
Get my dick sucked late at night by a fuckin'
Still on for stranglin' my boy Jason
Should be takin' my medication, 9 to 10 I'm facin'
week this old man I had to blast
'cause he tried to 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 'til I checked her
Fuckin' with the white 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 little boy in his fuckin' paper route
bottles 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 havin' an affair with her old niece
No one, no one's iller me
It's Bizarre Kid straight the 313
No one, no one is iller me
It's Kid straight from the 313

Nobody better test me, 'cause I wanna get messy
Especially when I step inside this bitch, dick
New Lugz, give the hugs, guzzle two mugs
Before I do drugs make me throw up like flu bugs
True thugs, rugged messy scrubs
Whippin' 40-bottles like the fuckin' Pepsi
a fifth, crack open a six
I'm on my seventh 8-ball, now I take a piss
I'm hollerin' at these hoes that got
Who a fuck who they was
I'm always takin' someone else's girl like Cool J
They probably don't be packin' anyways, do Fuzz?
We walked up, stomped they asses and blew they
get sandblasted
Stab your abdomen with a crafted pocketknife and spill your

Sprayed your crib up when I ran past it
Fuckin' felon, headed to hell in a
Talkin' shit will get you, your girl and your man
Kidnapped and in a van wrapped in Saran plastic
Get damn ass kicked, by these fantastic
Furious four
Flashin' in front of your face without the Grand
Shady, ain't nobody iller than me

I run shit an ass with legs
Massive to leave your cabbage red
Similar to your ass in a dead
spread of acid heads
Come to you like a bastard egg
That trash you said got you standin' on plastic
Ask the from past the edge
Rockin' the classic threads
Flashin' bread, down the window
you got some 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 nigga
Never writer's block, I writers
My block's tighter, up and get your top fighters
Got fired for jumpin' the counter with a mop
Some bitch ran up screamin' GET THE QUICK!
And got kicked, now she screamin' "Stop it..."
Got clips to stop shit, rock and grab this hot shit
you shop bitch, Fuzz Scooter '97 crop pick
Sick a-ya'll niggaz lookin' at me I got tits
I shoot a rocket your optic
You niggaz still know the top pick?
I got bricks, lose my foot in ass
And have you shittin' bitch!
We rock shit, leave your fuckin' knot
Grab the green from Al by showin' him hot
(No one...)
Ain't nobody than me

It's the Mr. Fuzzy the 313
No one, no one is than 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...