Перевод песни No One's Iller - Eminem

Bizarre

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

Eminem and Fuzz, and Mr. Swifty, ha ha

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...

Swift

I make rappers wanna turn into singers

I keep hoes licking they fingers

Bring this competition and face this meaning

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-rapping 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 trying 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, something farther from getting 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 fronting, repenting 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 falling in my face like milk crates, BLAAAOW!

It's Swifty from the 313

Like I said no one is iller than me, unnhh!

Fuzz

Me and Eminem and Mike

Driving down Van Dyke

Get my dick sucked late at night by a fucking transvestite

Still on probation for strangling my boy Jason

Should be taking my medication, it's 9 to 10 I'm facing

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 till I checked her pocketbook

Fucking 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 eating like I should

This wounded dog in the street is sure looking good!

Rob this little boy in his fucking paper route

Throwing 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

'Cause she found out I was having 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, 'cause 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

Whipping 40-bottles like the fucking Pepsi clubs

Down a fifth, crack open a six

I'm on my seventh 8-ball, now I gotta take a piss

I'm hollering at these hoes that got boyfriends

Who gives a fuck who they was

I'm always taking someone else's girl like Cool J does

They probably don't be packing 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 motherfucking crib up when I ran past it

Fucking felon, headed to hell in a handbasket

Talking 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

Flashing 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 standing on plastic legs

Ask the feds from past the edge

Rocking the most classic threads

Flashing bread, roll down the window

Bitch you got some fantastic legs, you can get till that ass get red

You can get till 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 jumping the counter with a mop stick

Some bitch ran up screaming GET THE COPS QUICK!

And got drop kicked, now she screaming "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-y'all niggaz looking 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 shitting socks bitch!

We rock shit, leave your fucking knot split

Grab the green from Al by showing 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...