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Slaughterhouse lyrics : "Cuckoo"

[Royce Da 5'9"]
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

!#@* 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 mother$#&@in 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]
Nope! Mr. Yowwa, yup, 'bout to go meat fishin

and catch me a crevice, I'm back on the $$#cheek mission
$#&@ these petite women, I want me a sloppy hoe
that #~!!@ smell like talapio, call me Sloppy Joe

I dig your eyes out, watch me though
This is bull%#@!! All the !@%!e 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 (*##$es just (*##$ 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]

Just look at the show he 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 say that he wrote %#@! 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, cuckoooooooooo!
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 !@$)got $#&@in the dead body

of Liberace, ^!$$% watch me!
If you cross me, here's how your life story would begin
Once upon a time, THE END! Cuckoooooooooo!

I don't need a hook for this one

[Joe Budden]

I'ma go $#&@ (*##$es, 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, cuckoooooooooo!
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, $#&@ 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 ^!$$% got it out for me

Hang my baby mother off a 30-foot balcony
Then look over the body like "(*##$, shouldn'ta doubted me"
I'm, cuckoooooooooo!
I don't need a hook for this one [echoes]

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