Cuckoo-Slaughterhouse

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, 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! Joell Ortiz's Verse: Nope! mr. 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 P***y 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, cuckoooooooooo! I don't need a hook for this one The B*****s 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'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 Crooked I's Verse: just look at the show we 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 s**t 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, CUCKOOOOOOOO! i dont need a hook for this one nigga ask what sicker raps emergin cursin in church then walkin out back to wax a virgin murkin a track, killin every feature like im a drunk plastic surgeon certainly dirty past detergent i could get sick as ozzy, sick as a faggot fucking the dead body of liberaci nigga watch me! if you cross me, heres how your life story would begin once upon a time... THE END! CUCKOOOOOOOOOOOOO! i dont need a hook for this one Joey's Verse: i wana f**k B*****s get money all yall do to them is spoil them no rubber wrap it up in aluminum foil they tell me im buggin got rappers heads in the oven screamin jerzy and im usin this for stuffin in my turkey bumpin red jam, with a prositutes leg in the air jerkin me off now thats what i call a handstand body parts in the freezer, what you use for a fever multiply four million, how im feelin for my leisure im'a CUCKOOOOOOOO! i dont need a hook for this one i'm weird im into voodoo, you know how dude do, towel on the bed, f**k 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 im on fire try and make the devil proud of me sleepin in gasoline incase a n***a got it out for me hang my baby mother off a 30 foot balcony then look over the body like B***h shouldn't have doubted me i'm CUCKOOOOOOOOOOOO! i dont need a hook for this one