No One's Iller [Croatian translation]

[Intro/hook: 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 9 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 2-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

• Artist:Eminem
• Album:The Slim Shady EP (1997)