EMINEM

EMINEM - No One's Iller Than Me Lyrics lyrics

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(Bizarre)

yeh hahaha, bizarre kid comin at you.

Eminem and fuzz, and mr swifty.

No ones iller than me,

No one no one is iller than me

No one is iller than me, its Mr. Swifty, from the 3-1-3

(Swift)

I make rappas wanna turn in sang'as

I keep hos lickin they fingas

Bring us competition and face this neena

Got your whole crew doin sapeenas

Hell naw you aint seen a crew genious

Murder whoevers between us

Pack yo heatas, keep it close you cant beat us

While your whole crew treat us like G's, U best believe us

I done made quadrapaleegics outta these non rappin rejects

While the whole world ejects your tape

It aint no secret that yo shit sounds fake

You cant stop it my mind state

makes it too late, for cops tryin to stop the crime rate

Im like a toothache, im painful to rappers and you can tell

from these shells how i got up in him like root canals

i erase all trails sumthin farther from gettin bail

makes you wanna kill an MC urself, you might as well

deeper than a 25 to life sentance only get trial

horrified then keep on frontin repentin n lose they biles

everything gets filed when swifts around they get by

Niggas dumb enough n try n front and escape high

ima take this yak aint drink it straight wild

niggas steady fallin in my face like milk crates blow

its swifty from the 313, like i said no ones iller than me

(Bizarre)

Me n Eminem N mike, drivin down Van DIke

Get my dick sucked late at night, by a fuckin tranvestite

Still on probation for stranglin my boy Jason

SHould be takin my medication, its 9-10 im facin

Last week this old man i had to blast

Cuz he tried to help me out when my car ran outta gas

Ripped this old lady hung her neck by a hook

Didnt realize it was my grandmother till i checked her pocket book

Fuckin wit the white boy got me back on crack

Bet theres a place where hell gets TVs and VCRs is at

I done lost a hundred pounds, i aint been eatin like i should

This wounded dog in the street is sure lookin good

Drop this lil boy on his fuckin paper route

Throwin bombs in daycare centers and yell "Everybody get out!"

My gurl beat my ass n shot me in the back wit a 2 peice

Cuz she found out i was havin an affair wit her 10 yr old neice

No one, No ones iller than me,its bizarre kid str8 from the 313

None one, no one is iller than me, its bizarre kid brother from the 313

(Eminem)

slim shady

Nobody better test me, cuz i dont wanna get messy

especially, when i step beside this bitch then fresh meat

new lugs, give the crew hugs, guzzle 2 mugs

b4 i do drugs, that make me throw up like flu bugs

tru thugs, rugged unshaved messy scrubs

rippin 40 bottles lke the fuckin pepsi clubs

got in a fit, cracked open a 6

im on my seventh eightball now i gotta take a piss

im hollerin at hoes that got boyfriends, who gives a fuck who they was?

Im always takin sumone elses girl like Cool J does

they prolly dont be packin anyways do the fuz?,

we walked up stomped they asses n blew they buz

mics get sandblasted, stab ur abdomin wit a handcrafted

pocketknife then spill your an-acids

Sprayed ur muthafuckin crib up when i ran past it

Fuckin failin, head to hell in a hand basket

Talkin shit wil get you, ur gurl, and ur man blasted

Kidnapped then slapped in a van wrapped in seran plastic

Get yo damn ass kicked, by these fantastic

Furious four muthafuckas flashin in front uh yo face witout the grand masses

slim shady. aint nobody iller than me

(royce)

Royce shit like an ass wit legs, massive lead to leave you cabage red

Similar to yo ass in a casket dead, drastic spread of acid heads

Comin towards you like a bassat egg, the trash you said

Got you standin on plastic legs, i asked the feds from past to ed

Rockin the most classic dreds, slashin bread

Roll down the window, bitch you got sum fantastic legs

You can get it till that ass get red

You can get it till that ass get red

Bizarre you get him n him, Swift you get him n him

Ill get him n him, leave the other 2 for my nigga eminem

Neva writers block, i block writers

my blocks tighter, ante up n get your top fighters

Got fired, for jumpin the counter with the mop stick

Some bitch ran up screamin "Get the cops quick"

And got drop kicked now she screamin stop it

Got clipse to stop shit, rock shit, grab this hot shit

Wherever you shop bitch, Fuz -Scoota 97 crock pit

Sick of u niggas lookin at me like i got tits

Ill shoot a rockter thru your optic

YOu niggas still dont know the top tic? I got bricks

Lose my foot in your ass n have you shittin socks bitch

P Rock shit, leave your fuckin knock split

Grab the green from Al by showin em hot grits

Aint nobody iller then me, its the mr fuzzy from the 313

No one no one is iller than me, its eminem and swift form the 313

No one no one is iller than me, its fuz and bizarre from the 313

YOu have now witnessed 4 ill MCs, from the home of potholes and trash, we'll

lyrically blast.

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