Songtexte 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 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 mister 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 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 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'mma 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 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 shit 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, Cuckoo
I don't 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 I'm 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, here's how your life story would begin
Once upon a time, the end
CUCKOO
I dont need a hook for this one

I wanna fuck bitches get money all y'all do to them is spoil them
No rubber wrap it up in aluminum foil
They tell me I'm buggin' got rappers heads in the oven
Screamin' jerzy and I'm using this for stuffin' in my turkey
Bumpin' red 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 soo woo
Millionaire sayin' lend me a thou when the semi is out
Dumpin' a bed for sittin' indian style, check it
I'm on fire try and make the devil proud of me
Sleepin' in gasoline incase a nigga got it out for me
Hang my baby mother off a 30 foot balcony
Then look over the body like bitch shouldn't have doubted me
I'm Cuckoo
I don't need a hook for this one