Knock Me Out Lyrics - Dance Party - Gary's Gang

D12 

Miscellaneous 

No One's Iller Than Me 

[Bizarre] 

Yeah... ha ha ha (BANG!), Yeah, Bizarre Kid comin' at you 

Eminem and Fuzz, and Mr. Swifty, ha ha 

[Swift] 

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... 

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 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 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 

[Bizarre] 

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 

You have now witnessed 4 ill emcees! 

From the home of potholes and trash 

We'll lyrically blast...