verse 1

Uh, huh… Verbal Atrocities Manifested, Mic-Nificent 2003 Straight Out The Gates…

It’s the attack of the meanest, assassin and genius//
Why can’t these fuckin’ clowns just loosen their grasp on my penis//
I’m rappin’ with demons to have you gasp when your breathin’//
Enigmatic the only man in the game that’s lackin’ a weakness//
As the passion increases, you’ll get laid in a casket with Jesus//
The hatchet is reachin’ to crack your cerebrum; ‘cus you’re whack when your speakin’//
Said you’re trashed and your beaten, blasted with semen, and now your contracting diseases//
Play my tracks in a sequence, you can't tame the hurricane//
The flames are burnin’ lames, and I'll slay your vertebrae//
Been trained to murder brains, contain strains, stay insane, and snatch the chains of certain “gangs”//

verse 2

Yo, yo…

I get the crowd groovin’ with this foul music//
Drop sick shit, like Oprah having a bowel movement//
Loud new shit, Enigmatic the king, no one is comparing homie//
Got a dick so big, all the bitches are scared to blow me//
The new era is slowly, creepin’ up, then I slam foes//
’Cus I’m better than Rambo, when I shoot sparking ammo//
I’m the type to “godfather” a blunt with Marlon Brando//
Verbal commando, teams be stressin’ with this speech injection//
’Cus the only way they’d get bread is if their girls had yeast infections//
Get beat with weapons, ‘cus my skills are properly funded//
And I’m celibate in this rap game, ‘cus I’m not to be fucked with//