I Stand Alone Holding A Mic On The Throne
With Enough Skill To Place Drills In Your Bones
I Stand Alone Holding A Mic On The Throne
Ill Enough To Spill Enough Skills Were I Roam
I Stand Alone Holding A Mic On The Throne
If You Got Shit To Say Then Place It On Hold
Cause I'm Rippin Up And Bringin' Up
Ill Enough To Take Your Style And Live It Up
Cause I'm Just Real Enough..........

Verse 1
I'm Ill Enough To Straight Jack Your Style And Diss You
You Got More Short Lines Than PC's With Technical Issues
Infectional Tissue Got My Punchlines Lyrically Sickning
It's Phsyically Itchin For Other To See Me Literally Fishin
For Another Fish In The Sea, I'm Dissin Emcees
Strippin The Key To A Succes As Successful As Me
I'll Lie Down But You Skills Still Ain't High Now
Parents? When Most Can't Even Raise The Crowds Eyebrows
I'll Knock A Fool Who Tries To Lay Down Obsticles
I'm Born To Be Ill, Like A Demented Child Born At A Hospital
Seriouly Make Your Lyrical Birth Get An Abortion
Distortion, Cause You Was Droppin Shit, So I Forced It In
A Mortician Disecting Your Lyrical Combat, Bomb Rap
Holding More Weight On Me Than An Elephants Ball Sack
Haull Ass Once You See Me As Threat To Your Career
Walk In Breakin Your Records Til Your Audio's Droppin Tears

I Stand Alone Holding A Mic On The Throne
With Enough Skill To Place Drills In Your Bones
I Stand Alone Holding A Mic On The Throne
Ill Enough To Spill Enough Skills Were I Roam
I Stand Alone Holding A Mic On The Throne
If You Got Shit To Say Then Place It On Hold
Cause I'm Rippin Up And Bringin' Up
Ill Enough To Take Your Style And Live It Up
Cause I'm Just Real Enough..........

Verse 2
I'm Mentally Disfigured After Sedatives And Liquor
Can't Place Down A Fuck You, I Got A Heavy Middle Finger
See, I've Come To Emmacutate Articulate Artists
You Give Brain Away, So Let's See Who The Smartest
Honestly, I'm A Criminal Wanted For Armed Robbery
When Most Mc's Wanted For Biting, It's Gran Larceny
Man Up To Me And Pick Up The Mic After I Drop It
Cause Being With Men Is The Only Time Ya'll Able To Cock It
Stop It, Your Rhymes Are Ill, As Well As Cold, But Not Positively
Ill Like They Been In The Cold Two Weeks After You Bit Me
And Try To Use My Rhymes, Claim My Style As Yours
I'm As Wild As Tours, Done Around Iraquian Morgues
Highly Packin A Torch, But Not Close To Handin It Down
Pressin Cow Manure Is The Only Time You Holding Shit Down
I'll Speak Of Gore, Violence, And Still Preach The Lord
While I Hunt Down Victims At Haunted Beach Resorts
Meet A Folk Who's Got More Huge Rocks Than A New Watch
But In Weight So Heavy It Breaks Off Ceilings And Roof Tops
Newbs Lock They Door And Make Sure To Swallow The Key
So I Can't Get In They Bubble To Discover They're Weak
I'll Take Your Sister, Bend Her Over And Rub On Her Cheeks
Til She Down On Her Knees.....
And Finds Out Rhymes Ain't The Only Thing Coming From Me

I Stand Alone Holding A Mic On The Throne
With Enough Skill To Place Drills In Your Bones
I Stand Alone Holding A Mic On The Throne
Ill Enough To Spill Enough Skills Were I Roam
I Stand Alone Holding A Mic On The Throne
If You Got Shit To Say Then Place It On Hold
Cause I'm Rippin Up And Bringin' Up
Ill Enough To Take Your Style And Live It Up
Cause I'm Just Real Enough..........