Uh, huh...

Enigmatic spittin' shit with a diseased aim, just another cheap-name to swallow and leave slain//
Release flames, and like a craving diabetic, i'm always eager to eat cane, shit ain't a game//
Turn your skeleton to gravel, or another one of the earths element-capsules//
Bringin' hell to a battle, his scripts just irrelevant babbles of retarded kids' scrabbles//
This kid's assed out like a plummer, I got "Raiden" styles with en-lightning thunder//
Physics at mass, count pyschic number, evaiding childs with heisting punched verbs//
Defyin' the laws of science in forms of pilots in war, to leave you silenced and torn//
You tryin' the Lord?, I'm sick enough ta detach your retina and dement the eye of storm//
Spitting blows to rip ya post, grab the pencil tip an proceed to slit ya throat//
His existence known?, nah, nobody knows LastPoet like sniffin' coke//
Can't y'all see this faggot nigga is a joke//
Hand in hand, quick call for the ambulance before death is granted man//
You stranded, and like a rowdy crowd of handicapped Iraqi's facin' an American advance, you don't stand a chance//

Just call me Enigmatic, stop tryin' to fight, just pass the mic//