No One's Iller

[Intro: Bizarre] Yeah...ha ha ha (BANG!), Yeah, Bizarre Kid coming at you Eminem and Fuzz, and Mr. Swifty, ha ha No one's iller than me (what) No one, no one is iller than me No one is iller than me It's Mr. Swifty from the 313 [Verse 1: Swifty McVay] I make rappers wanna turn into singers I keep hoes licking they fingers Bring this competition and face this meaning Got your whole crew doing subpoenas Hell nah you ain't seen a crew genius Murder whoever's between us, pack your heaters Keep it close, you can't beat us While your whole crew treat us like G's, you best believe this I done made quadriplegics outta these non-rapping rejects While the whole world ejects your tape It ain't no secret that your shit sounds fake You can't stop it my mind state Makes it too late for cops in trying to stop the crime rate I'm like toothaches, I'm painful to rappers then you can tell From these shells, how I gotta bend 'em like root canals I erase all trails, something farther from getting bail Makes you wanna kill an emcee yourself, you might as well Be within a 25 to life sentence, on linking trials Horrified, and keep on fronting, repenting and lose they bowels Everything is foul when Swift's around, vacate now Niggas dumb enough to try to front and escape, how? I'm gonna take this 'gnac and drink it straight wild Niggas steady falling in my face like milk crates, BLAAAOW It's Swifty from the 313 Like I said no one is iller than me, unnhh [Verse 2: Bizarre] Me and Eminem and Mike Driving down Van Dyke Get my dick sucked late at night by a fuckin' transvestite Still on probation for strangling my boy Jason Should be taking my medication, it's 9 to 10 I'm facing Last week this old man I had to blast Cause he tried to help me out when my car was out of gas Ripped this old lady, hung her neck by a hook Didn't realize it was my grandmother 'til I checked her pocketbook Fuckin' with the white boys got me back on crack Better explain where the hell your TVs and VCRs is at I done lost 100 pounds, I ain't been eating like I should This wounded dog in the street is sure looking good Rob this little boy in his fucking paper route Throwing bombs at day care centers and yell "Everybody get out!" My girl beat my ass and shot me in the back with a 2-piece Cause she found out I was having an affair with her 10-year-old niece No one, no one's iller than me It's Bizarre Kid straight from the 313 No one, no one is iller than me It's Bizarre Kid straight from the 313 [Verse 3: Eminem] Nobody better test me, cause I don't wanna get messy Especially when I step inside this bitch, dipped freshly New Lugz, give the crew hugs, guzzle two mugs Before I do drugs that make me throw up like flu bugs True thugs, rugged unshaven messy scrubs Whipping 40-bottles like the fucking Pepsi clubs Down a fifth; crack open a six; I'm on my seventh 8-ball, now I gotta take a piss I'm hollering at these hoes that got boyfriends Who gives a fuck who they was? I'm always taking someone else's girl like Cool J does They probably don't be packing anyways, do they, Fuzz? We walked up, stomped they asses and blew they buzz Mics get sandblasted Stab your abdomen with a hand crafted pocketknife and spill your antacid Sprayed your motherfucking crib up when I ran past it Fucking felon, headed to hell in a handbasket Talking shit'll get you, your girl and your man blasted Kidnapped and slapped in a van wrapped in Saran plastic Get your damn ass kicked, by these fantastic Furious four motherfuckers Flashing in front of your face without the Grand Masters Slim Shady, ain't nobody iller than me [Verse 4: Fuzz Scoota] I run shit like an ass with legs Massive lead to leave your cabbage red Similar to your ass in a casket dead Drastic spread of acid heads Come to abort you like a bastard egg That trash you said got you standing on plastic legs Ask the feds from past the edge Rocking the most classic threads Flashing bread, roll down the window Bitch you got some fantastic legs, you can get 'til that ass get red You can get 'til that ass get red Bizarre you get him and him, Swift you get him and him I'll get him and him, leave the other two for my nigga Eminem Never writer's block, I block writers My block's tighter, ante up and get your top fighters Got fired for jumping the counter with a mop stick Some bitch ran up screaming, "GET THE COPS, QUICK" And got drop kicked, now she screaming "stop it" Got clips to stop shit, rock shit and grab this hot shit Wherever you shop bitch, Fuzz Scoota '97 crop pick Sick-a y'all niggas looking at me like I got tits I shoot a rocket through your optic You niggas still don't know the top pick I got bricks, lose my foot in your ass And have you shitting socks bitch P Rock shit, leave your fucking knot split Grab the green from Al by showing him hot grits (no one) Ain't nobody iller than me [Outro: Bizzare] It's the Mr. Fuzzy from the 313 No one, no one is iller than me It's Eminem and Swift from the 313 No one, no one is iller than me It's Fuzz and Buzz-arre from the 313 You have now witnessed 4 ill emcees From the home of potholes and trash We'll lyrically blast