Cuckoo

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