Cuckoo

My triggers is stupid, you thugs is funny

My guns be, goin' "eh" 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 cuckoo

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, cuckoo

Ha ha, I don't need a hook for this one

Nope mister Yowwa, 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 hoe

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, a lid

If I don't get it can cop me yo, and they ain't get a vid

I'm what, cuckoo

I don't need a hook for this one

The bitches just 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' our pizza oven, your shoulder blades

And throw grenades at your nana's bingo parade

Anybody see my anthrax?

I'mma pour it on my hands, crawl to Japan and give my man dap

I'm cuckoo

I don't need a hook for this one

Just look at the show we did last

**** 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

Till I cut you up and make a art gallery with ya flesh

Challenge me on the west, I put a dodge challenger car battery in ya chest

The son of David Koresh I'm, Cuckoo

I don't need a hook for this one

**** ask what sicker raps emergin'

Cursin' in 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 could get sick as ozzy, sick as a faggot fucking the dead body of Liberaci

**** watch me

If you cross me, here's how your life story would begin

Once upon a time, the end

CUCKOO

I dont need a hook for this one

I wanna fuck bitches get money all y'all do to them is spoil them

No rubber wrap it up in aluminum foil

They tell me I'm buggin' got rappers heads in the oven

Screamin' jerzy and I'm using this for stuffin' in my turkey

Bumpin' red 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 Cuckoo

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

Millionaire sayin' lend me a thou when the semi is out

Dumpin' a bed for sittin' indian style, check it

I'm on fire try and make the devil proud of me

Sleepin' in gasoline incase a **** got it out for me

Hang my baby mother off a 30 foot balcony

Then look over the body like bitch shouldn't have doubted me

I'm Cuckoo

I don't need a hook for this one