[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 (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 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