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]