Official Music Video
No One's Iller Than Me by Eminem
Lyrics & Translation
English
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
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 Gs, 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
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 nine to ten 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 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' bombs at day care centers and yell, "Everybody get out!"
My girl beat my ass and shot me in the back with a two-piece
'Cause 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
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 hand basket
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
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
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 four ill emcees
From the home of potholes and trash
We'll lyrically blast
Spanish translations are provided by the LyricVerse team.
Spanish translation of No One's Iller Than Me by Eminem
No One's Iller Than Me* (original 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 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 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 Gs, 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
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 nine to ten 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 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' bombs at day care centers and yell, "Everybody get out!"
My girl beat my ass and shot me in the back with a two-piece
'Cause 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
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 hand basket
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
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
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 four ill emcees
From the home of potholes and trash
We'll lyrically blast
No One's Iller Than Me (traducción LyricVerse Team)
Sí… ja ja ja (¡Bang!)
Sí, Bizarre Kid viene a por ti
Eminem y Fuzz y Mr. Swifty, ja ja
Nadie es más enfermo que yo (¿Qué?)
Nadie, nadie es más enfermo que yo
Nadie es más enfermo que yo
Es Mr. Swifty del 313
Hago que los raperos quieran convertirse en cantantes
Hago que las putas se chupen los dedos
Trae esta competencia y enfrenta este significado
Tengo a toda tu crew haciendo citaciones
Ni de coña, no has visto una crew, genio
Asesina a quien esté entre nosotros, empaca tus armas
Mantenlo cerca, no puedes vencernos
Mientras toda tu crew nos trata como Gs, mejor cree esto
He convertido en cuadripléjicos a estos rechazos que no rapean
Mientras el mundo entero expulsa tu cinta
No es ningún secreto que tu mierda suena falsa
No puedes detenerlo, mi estado mental
Hace que sea demasiado tarde para que los policías intenten detener la tasa de criminalidad
Soy como los dolores de muelas: soy doloroso para los raperos
Entonces puedes decir por estos casquillos
Cómo tengo que doblarlos como conductos radiculares
Borro todos los rastros, algo más lejos de conseguir fianza
Te hace querer matar a un emcee tú mismo, bien podrías hacerlo
Estar dentro de una sentencia de 25 años a cadena perpetua, en juicios vinculantes
Horrorizados, y siguen fanfarroneando, arrepintiéndose y perdiendo el control de sus intestinos
Todo es asqueroso cuando Swift está cerca, desaloja ahora
Negros lo suficientemente tontos como para intentar fanfarronear y escapar, ¿cómo?
Voy a tomar este coñac y beberlo salvajemente
Negros cayendo constantemente en mi cara como cajas de leche – ¡BLAAAOW!
Es Swifty del 313
Como dije, nadie es más enfermo que yo, unnhh
Yo y Eminem y Mike, conduciendo por Van Dyke
Que me chupen la polla tarde en la noche por un puto travesti
Todavía en libertad condicional por estrangular a mi chico Jason
Debería estar tomando mi medicación, me enfrento a nueve o diez
La semana pasada tuve que dispararle a este viejo
Porque intentó ayudarme cuando mi coche se quedó sin gasolina
Desgarré a esta anciana, le colgué el cuello con un gancho
No me di cuenta de que era mi abuela hasta que revisé su bolso
Joder con los chicos blancos me hizo volver al crack
Mejor explica dónde diablos están tus televisores y VCRs
He perdido 100 libras, no he estado comiendo como debería
Este perro herido en la calle se ve muy bien
Robar a este niño en su puta ruta de reparto de periódicos
Lanzando bombas a guarderías y gritando, "¡Todo el mundo fuera!"
Mi chica me pateó el culo y me disparó en la espalda con un arma de dos piezas
Porque descubrió que estaba teniendo una aventura
Con su sobrina de 10 años
Nadie, nadie es más enfermo que yo
Es Bizarre Kid directamente del 313
Nadie, nadie es más enfermo que yo
Es Bizarre Kid directamente del 313
Nadie mejor que me ponga a prueba, porque no quiero que se ponga feo
Especialmente cuando entro en esta perra, recién arreglado
Nuevas Lugz, da abrazos a la crew, traga dos tazas
Antes de tomar drogas que me hacen vomitar como bichos de gripe
Verdaderos matones, rudos, sin afeitar, desaliñados
Azotando botellas de 40 como los putos clubes Pepsi
Baja un quinto, abre un seis
Estoy en mi séptima bola 8, ahora tengo que orinar
Estoy gritando a estas putas que tienen novios
¿A quién le importa quiénes eran?
Siempre me llevo la chica de otro como hace Cool J
Probablemente no lleven armas de todos modos — ¿verdad, Fuzz?
Nos acercamos, les pateamos el culo y les arruinamos el rollo
Los micrófonos son arenados, apuñala tu abdomen
Con una navaja de bolsillo hecha a mano y derrama tu antiácido
Rocié tu puta cuna cuando pasé corriendo
Puto delincuente, directo al infierno en una canasta
Hablar mierda hará que tú, tu chica y tu hombre sean volados
Secuestrados y abofeteados en una furgoneta, envueltos en plástico Saran
Te patearán el maldito culo
Por estos fantásticos y furiosos cuatro hijos de puta
Destellando frente a tu cara sin los Grandmasters
Slim Shady, nadie es más enfermo que yo
Manejo las cosas como un culo con piernas
Plomo masivo para dejar tu cabeza roja
Similar a tu culo muerto en un ataúd
Propagación drástica de cabezas de ácido
Vengo a abortarte como un huevo bastardo
Esa basura que dijiste te tiene de pie sobre piernas de plástico
Pregúntale a los federales si estoy más allá del límite
Luciendo la ropa más clásica, mostrando dinero
Baja la ventanilla, "¡Puta, tienes unas piernas fantásticas!"
Puedes conseguir hasta que ese culo se ponga rojo
Puedes conseguir hasta que ese culo se ponga rojo
Bizarre, tú coges a él y a él
Swift, tú coges a él y a él, yo cogeré a él y a él
Deja a los otros dos para mi negro Eminem
Nunca bloqueo de escritor, yo bloqueo a los escritores
Mi barrio es más duro, sube la apuesta y trae a tus mejores luchadores
Me despidieron por saltar el mostrador con un palo de fregona
Una perra corrió gritando, "¡Llamen a la policía, rápido!"
Y recibió una patada voladora, ahora está gritando, "¡Para!"
Tengo cargadores para detener mierda, rockear mierda y agarrar esta mierda caliente
Dondequiera que compres, perra, Fuzz Scoota '97 cosecha
Harto de que todos ustedes, negros, me miren como si tuviera tetas
Disparo un cohete a través de tu óptica
Ustedes, negros, todavía no saben la mejor elección
Tengo ladrillos, pierdo mi pie en tu culo
Y te hago cagar calcetines, perra
Mierda de P Rock, deja tu puto nudo partido
Coge el verde de Al mostrándole sémola caliente
(Nadie) — Nadie es más enfermo que yo
Es el Mr. Fuzzy del 313
Nadie, nadie es más enfermo que yo
Son Eminem y Swift del 313
Nadie, nadie es más enfermo que yo
Son Fuzz y Buzz-arre del 313
Ahora han presenciado a cuatro emcees enfermos
Del hogar de los baches y la basura
Explosionaremos líricamente
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