Cuckoo

Royce da 5'9" Verse:
 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, 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 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, cuckoooooooooo!
 Ha ha, i don't need a hook for this one!
 Joell Ortiz's Verse:
 Nope! mr. 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, cuckoooooooooo!
 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'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's Verse:
 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, CUCKOOOOOOOO!
 i dont 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 im 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, heres how your life story would begin
 once upon a time... THE END!
 CUCKOOOOOOOOOOOOO!
 i dont need a hook for this one
 Joey's Verse:
 i wana fuck bitches get money all yall do to them is spoil them
 no rubber wrap it up in aluminum foil
 they tell me im buggin got rappers heads in the oven
 screamin jerzy and im usin this for stuffin in my turkey
 bumpin red jam, with a prositutes 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 CUCKOOOOOOOO! i dont need a hook for this one
 i'm weird im 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
 im 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 CUCKOOOOOOOOOOOO! i dont need a hook for this one