Cuckoo

Cuckoo Lyrics

Song Cuckoo
Artist Slaughterhouse
Album Slaughterhouse
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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 you
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
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 one
Nope, 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 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, [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 one
The 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 parade
Anybody see my anthrax?
I'm a pour it on my hands, crawl to
JapanAnd give my man dap
I'm cuckoo,
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 FastJust co-operate and say that he wrote 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 cuckoo, nuh, uh,
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
OzzySick as a fagot fuckin' the dead body of
LiberaceNigga, 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 one
I'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'
JerseyAnd
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 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
Su-WuMillionaires 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 cuckoo,
I don't need a hook for this one
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