Chose to battle me and ill bruse ya badly//
and confuse ya like askin a bastard child whos ya daddy?..//

you done once my fluid starts to drip drop...//
while ya rhymes stink like Al Sharpton's flip-flops//

Lil Loco cant touch me cuz im an intangible rapper//
while ur rantin and rappin is less damagin' then attackin' wit animal crackers//

damn you cock smacker ill throw rocks at cha and leave ya stoned//
my lyrics gonna mess u up and leave ur whole cerebral blown//
If you was carryin' ya dick you still couldn't hold ya own//
ur lyrics make as much sense as callin collect on a mobile phone//

Im gonna leave ya confused like someone crossin I's and dottin T's//
you couldn't unlock ur writers block if you had a box of keys//

Now im just gonna sit back and laugh as wackness invades ur post//
Wow man, you're slower then someone who's askin if Loco's a ghost//