Slaughterhouse - Cuckoo lyrics

My triggers is stupid, you thugs is funny
My guns be, goin "IT" for the love of money
Dumb, fabulous rhymer give you luger lasagna
Hula hoop, hold ya
I'll put your noodles behind ya
Take your takeaway - show
Up before you perform
Hit you in the knee with a bat
And tell you to break a leg
(Hee hee) I got the Kris Kross laugh
A very angry future, a pissed-off past
FUCK Hip-Hop, I target it
I will diss Joe Budden then diss
Every legend that started it
I'm, cuckoooooooooo!
I don't need a hook for this one
They say I'm kin to sinnin, yeah
I'm Drama's twin that's right
I'm Vicodin writin with a Klonopin
I love stanky hoes - I got a thang
For Keyshia Cole momma man that show
Should be "The Frankie Show"
I think I need to get some motherfuckin sleep
Every strand of hair on my
Balls is a bloodsuckin' leech
I be 'urlin while you hear
- take your index finger
Point it at your head and then
Twirl it 'round your ear
I'm, cuckoooooooooo!
Ha ha, I don't need a hook for this one!

Nope! Mr yaowa, yup! 'Bout to go meat fishin
And catch me a crevice
I'm back on the asscheek mission
Fuck these petite women
I want me a sloppy ho
That pussy smell like talapio
Call me Sloppy Joe
I dig your eyes out, watch me though
This is bullshit! All the coke don't fit
I need a Scottie nose
A can of beef raviolis, I'll bang at ya lid
If I don't get it can cop me yo
And a Yankovic vid i'm what, cuckoooooooooo!
I don't need a hook for this one
The bitches is bitchin' and
The thugs is thuggin'
The insects is actin like me
And me I'm buggin'
I hang jump from the sidewalk
Hop over the Everglades
Tight-rope walk the equator with
Broken roller blades see you shruggin'
I'll pizza oven your shoulder blades
And, throw grenades at your
Nana's bingo parade anybody see my anthrax?
I'ma pour it on my hands
Crawl to Japan and give my man dap
I'm cuckoooooooooo!
I don't need a hook for this one

Just look at the show he did last
Nigga came out in a Dickie
Suit and a pig mask
Robbed a fan and left his
Pockets on Slim Fast
Just co-operate and save that hero
Shit for gym class
You gettin smart alecky with the best
'Til I cut you up and make
A art gallery with your flesh
Challenge me on the West
I'll put a Dodge Challenger car
Battery in your chest
The son of David Koresh i'm, cuckoooooooooo!
Nuh uh (no) I don't need a hook for this one
Likkle acts with sickle raps emergin
Cursin at church then walkin out
Back to wax a virgin murkin' a track
Killin every feature like I'm
A drunk plastic surgeon
Certainly dirty past detergent
I can get sick as Ozzy
Sick as a faggot fuckin the
Dead body of Liberace, nigga watch me!
If you cross me
Here's how your life story would begin
Once upon a time, THE END! Cuckoooooooooo!
I don't need a hook for this one

I'ma go fuck bitches, get money
All y'all do to 'em is spoil 'em
No rubber wrappin up in aluminum foil
They tell me I'm buggin
Got rappers tappin the oven screamin Jersey
And I'm usin it for stuffin in my turkey
Bumpin Ram Jam - with a
Prostitute's leg in the air jerkin me off
Now that's what I call a handstand
Body parts in the freezer
What you use for a fever
Multiply four million how I'm
Feelin for my leisure i'm a, cuckoooooooooo!
I don't need a hook for this one
I'm weird, I'm into voodoo
You know how dude do towel on the bed
Fuck while she bloody and call it Soo Woo
Millionaires sayin lend me a thou'
Or the semi is out
Dump in the bed from sittin Indian style
Check it, i'm on fire tryin to make
The devil proud of me
Sleepin in gasoline case a nigga
Got it out for me
Hang my baby mother off a 30-foot balcony
Then look over the body like "Bitch
Shouldn'ta doubted me" i'm, cuckoooooooooo!
I don't need a hook for this one