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    Eminem (Ft. Bizarre, Fuzz Scoota & Swift) – No One’s Iller Lyrics

    The West NewsBy The West NewsDecember 8, 2020Updated:December 8, 20205 Mins Read
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    Eminem (Ft. Bizarre, Fuzz Scoota & Swift) – No One’s Iller Lyrics
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    Eminem (Ft. Bizarre, Fuzz Scoota & Swift) – No One’s Iller Lyrics

    [Intro: 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 lickin’ they fingers
    Bring this competition and face this meaning
    Got your whole crew doin’ 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-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 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, somethin’ farther from gettin’ 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 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

    [Verse 2: 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 nine 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
    Fuckin’ with the white boys got me back on crack
    Better explain where the hell 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 fuckin’ paper route
    Throwin’ bombs at day care centers and yell: “Everybody get out!”
    My girl beat my ass and shot me in the back with a two-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]
    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
    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’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
    Flashin’ in front of your face without the Grandmasters
    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 standin’ on plastic legs
    Ask the feds if I’m 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 Scoota ’97 crop pick
    Sick of y’all niggas lookin’ 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 shittin’ socks, bitch
    P 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

    [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

    Featuring Swift, Bizarre & Fuzz Scoota
    Produced by DJ Head
    Written by Fuzz Scoota, Bizarre, Swift & Eminem

    Eminem FtBizarre FuzzScoota Iller Swift
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