Cuckoo Lyrics - Slaughterhouse - 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, 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! 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, {?} 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'ma 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 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 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 (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! 

Cuckoo! 

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, 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-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 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 [echoes]