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| [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 redBizarre
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 313No 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... |
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