- Slaughterhouse Cuckoo 歌詞
- 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 you,
Ill put your noodles behind you
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
Im cuckoo,
I dont need a hook for this one
They say Im kin to sinnin, yeah,
Im Dramas twin
Thats right,
Im Vicodin writin with a
KlonopinI love stanky hoes,
I got a thang for
Key************a Cole
Momma man that show, should be
The Frankie
ShowI think
I need to get some mother****** sleep
Every strand of hair on my ******* is a blood suckin leech
I be hurlin while you hear, take your index finger
Point it at your head and then twirl it round your ear
Im cuckoo,
I dont need a hook for this one
Nope, Mr.
Yowwa, yup, bout to go meat fi************n
And catch me a crevice,
Im back on the ass 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************t
All the coke dont fit,
I need a Scottie nose
A can of beef raviolis, [Incomprehensible] a lid
If I dont get it can cop me yo and they aint get a vid
Im what?
Cuckoo, I dont need a hook for this one
The ***** ** just ************ and the thugs is thuggin
The insects is actin like me and me
Im 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 nanas bingo parade
Anybody see my anthrax?
Im a pour it on my hands, crawl to
JapanAnd give my man dap
Im cuckoo,
I dont need a hook for this one
Just look at the show he did last
******* came out in a
************ie suit and a pig mask
Robbed a fan and left his pockets on
Slim FastJust co -operate and say that he wrote ************t 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
Ill put a
Dodge Challenger car battery in your chest
The son of
David Koresh
Im cuckoo, nuh, uh,
I dont 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
Im a drunk plastic surgeon, certainly dirty past detergent
I can get sick as
OzzySick as a fagot ****** the dead body of
Liberace*******, watch me if you cross me
Heres how yourlife story would begin, once upon a time, the end
Cuckoo, I dont need a hook for this one
Im a go ******* *******, get money, all yall do to em is spoil em
No rubber wrappin up in aluminum foil
They tell me
Im buggin, got rappers tappin the oven screamin
JerseyAnd
Im usin it for stuffin in my turkey
Bumpin Ram
Jam with a prostitutes leg in the air
Jerkin me off, now thats what
I call a handstand
Body parts in the freezer, what you use for a fever
Multiply four million how
Im feelin for my leisure
Im a cuckoo,
I dont need a hook for this one
Im weird,
Im into voodoo, you know how dude do
Towel on the bed, ******* while she bloody and call it
Su-WuMillionaires sayin lend me a thou or the semi is out
Dump in the bed from sittin
Indian style
Check it,
Im 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
************, shouldnta doubted me
Im cuckoo,
I dont need a hook for this one
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