[Intro: Bizarre, Eminem]
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)
No one is iller than me (Nobody)
It's Mr. Swifty from the 313
[Verse 1: Swifty McVay, Bizarre, Eminem]
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 (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 (You might as well)
Be within a twenty-five 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 (Ow)
Niggas dumb enough to try to front and escape, how? (How?)
I'm gonna take this 'gnac and drink it straight wild
Niggas steady fallin' in my face like milk crates – blaow! (Blaow!)
It's Swifty from the 313
Like I said, "No one is iller than me," uhh
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