[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

[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
[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

[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

[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
[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
[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

[ Bizzare]
You have now witnessed four ill emcees
From the home of potholes and trash
We´ll lyrically blast