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 you, I'll put your noodles behind youTake 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 oneThey 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 ShowI think I need to get some motherfuckin' sleep

Every strand of hair on my balls is a blood suckin' leech

I be hurlin' while you hear, take your index finger

Point it at your head and then twirl it 'round your ear

I'm cuckoo, I don't need a hook for this oneNope, Mr. Yowwa, yup, 'bout to go meat fishin'

And catch me a crevice, I'm back on the ass cheek mission

Fuck these petite women, I want me a sloppy hoe

That pussy smell like talapio, call me Sloppy JoeI 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, [Incomprehensible] 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 oneThe bitches just bitch 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 paradeAnybody see my anthrax?

I'm a pour it on my hands, crawl to Japan

And give my man dap

I'm cuckoo, I don't need a hook for this oneJust 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 say that he wrote shit for gym classYou 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 cuckoo, nuh, uh, I don't need a hook for this oneLikkle 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 detergentI can get sick as Ozzy

Sick as a fagot 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

Cuckoo, I don't need a hook for this oneI'm a 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 turkeyBumpin' 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 cuckoo, I don't need a hook for this oneI'm weird, I'm into voodoo, you know how dude do

Towel on the bed, fuck while she bloody and call it Su-Wu

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 meSleepin' 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 cuckoo, I don't need a hook for this one