no one´s iller than me þarký sözü

artist: eminem f/ swift, bizarre & fuzz

[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 (wha?)
no one, no one is iller than me
no one is iller than me
it´s mr. swifty from the 313...
[swift]
i make rappers wanna turn into singers
i keep hoes lickin´ they fingers
bring this competition and face this meanin´
got your whole crew doing subpeonas
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 quadrapalegics outta these non-rappin 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 tryin´ to stop the crime rate
i´m like two-face, i´m painful to rappers then you can tell
from these shells, how i gotta bend ´em like route canals
i erase all trails, somethin´ farther from gettin´ bail
makes you wanna kill an emcee yourself, you might as well
be within a 25 to life sentence, on linkin´ trials
horrified, and keep on frontin´, repentin´ 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 fallin´ in my face like milk crates, blaaaow!
it´s swifty from the 313
like i said no one is iller than me, unnhh!
[bizarre]
me and eminem and mike
drivin´ down van dyke
get my dick sucked late at night by a fuckin´ transvestite
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
cuz 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 eatin´ like i should
this wounded dog in the street is sure lookin´ good!
rob this little boy in his fuckin´ paper route
throwin´ bottles at day care centers and yell "everybody get out"!
my girl beat my ass and shot me in the back with a 2-piece
cuz she found out i was havin´ 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
[eminem]
nobody better test me, cuz i don´t wanna get messy
especially when i step inside this bitch, dick 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 fuckin´ pepsi clubs
down a fifth, crack open a six
i´m on my seventh 8-ball, now i gotta take a piss
i´m hollerin´ at these hoes that got boyfriends
who gives a fuck 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 asses and blew they buzz
mics get sandblasted
stab your abdomen with a hand crafted pocketknife and spill your antacid
sprayed your motherfuckin´ crib up when i ran past it
fuckin´ felon, headed to hell in a handbasket
talkin´ shit will 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
flashin´ in front of your face without the grand masters
slim shady, ain´t nobody iller than me
[fuzz]
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 standin´ on plastic legs
ask the feds from past the edge
rockin´ the most classic threads
flashin´ 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 jumpin´ the counter with a mop stick
some bitch ran up screamin´ get the cops quick!
and got drop kicked, now she screamin´ "stop it..."
got clips to stop shit, rock shit and grab this hot shit
wherever you shop bitch, fuzz scooter ´97 crop pick
sick a-ya´ll niggaz lookin´ at me like i got tits
i shoot a rocket through your optic
you niggaz still don´t know the top pick?
i got bricks, lose my foot in your ass
and have you shittin´ socks bitch!
we rock shit, leave your fuckin´ knot split
grab the green from al by showin´ him hot grits
(no one...)
ain´t nobody iller than me
[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...