eminem - no one’s iller lyrics
[intro/hook: bizarre]
yeah… ha ha ha (bang!)
yeah, bizarre kid comin’ 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 l!ckin’ they fingers
bring this compet-tion and face this meaning
got your whole crew doin’ subpoenas
h-ll nah, you ain’t seen a crew, g*nius
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-rappin’ rejects
while the whole world ejects your tape
it ain’t no secret that your sh-t sounds fake
you can’t stop it, my mind state
makes it too late for cops in tryin’ to stop the crime rate
i’m like toothaches: i’m painful to rappers
then you can tell from these sh-lls
how i gotta bend ’em like root c-n-ls
i erase all trails, somethin’ farther from gettin’ bail
makes you wanna k!ll an emcee yourself, you might as well
be within a 25 to life sentence, on linking trials
horrified, and keep on frontin’, repentin’ and lose they bowels
everything is foul when swift’s around, vacate now
n-ggas dumb enough to try to front and escape, how?
i’m gonna take this ‘gnac and drink it straight wild
n-ggas steady fallin’ 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, drivin’ down van dyk-
get my d-ck sucked late at night by a f-ckin’ transvest-te
still on probation for stranglin’ my boy jason
should be takin’ my medication, it’s 9 to 10 i’m facin’
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
f-ckin’ with the white boys got me back on crack
better explain where the h-ll your tv’s and vcr’s is at
i done lost 100 pounds, i ain’t been eatin’ like i should
this wounded dog in the street is sure lookin’ good
rob this little boy in his f-ckin’ paper route
throwin’ bombs at day care centers and yell: “everybody get out!”
my girl beat my -ss and shot me in the back with a 2-piece
‘cause she found out i was havin’ an affair
with her 10-year-old niece
[hook: bizarre]
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]
n0body better test me, ‘cause i don’t wanna get messy
especially when i step inside this b-tch, 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
whippin’ 40-bottles like the f-ckin’ pepsi clubs
down a fifth, crack open a six
i’m on my seventh 8-ball, now i gotta take a p-ss
i’m hollerin’ at these hoes that got boyfriends
who gives a f-ck who they was?
i’m always takin’ someone else’s girl like cool j does
they probably don’t be packin’ anyways — do they, fuzz?
we walked up, stomped they -sses and blew they buzz
mics get sandblasted, stab your abdomen
with a hand-crafted pocketknife and spill your antacid
sprayed your motherf-ckin’ crib up when i ran past it
f-ckin’ felon, headed to h-ll in a handbasket
talkin’ sh-t’ll get you, your girl and your man blasted
kidnapped and slapped in a van, wrapped in saran plastic
get your d-mn -ss kicked
by these fantastic furious four motherf-ckers
flashin’ in front of your face without the grandmasters
slim shady, ain’t n0body iller than me
[verse 4: fuzz scoota]
i run sh-t like an -ss with legs
m-ssive lead to leave your cabbage red
similar to your -ss in a casket dead
drastic spread of acid heads
come to abort you like a b-st-rd egg
that trash you said got you standin’ on plastic legs
ask the feds if i’m past the edge
rockin’ the most cl-ssic threads, flashin’ bread
roll down the window: “b-tch, you got some fantastic legs!”
you can get ’til that -ss get red
you can get ’til that -ss 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 n-gga eminem
never writer’s block, i block writers
my block’s tighter, ante up and get your top fighters
got fired for jumpin’ the counter with a mop stick
some b-tch ran up screamin’, “get the cops, quick!”
and got drop kicked, now she screamin’, “stop it!”
got clips to stop sh-t, rock sh-t and grab this hot sh-t
wherever you shop, b-tch, fuzz scoota ’97 crop pick
sick of y’all n-ggas lookin’ at me like i got t-ts
i shoot a rocket through your optic
you n-ggas still don’t know the top pick
i got bricks, lose my foot in your -ss
and have you sh-ttin’ socks, b-tch
p rock sh-t, leave your f-ckin’ knot split
grab the green from al by showin’ him hot grits
(no one) — ain’t n0body iller than me
[hook: 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
[outro: bizzare]
you have now witnessed four ill emcees
from the home of potholes and trash
we’ll lyrically blast
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