[Verse 1: Royce da 5'9"]
My triggers is stupid, you thugs is funny
My guns be, goin "IT" 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!
[Verse 2: Joell Ortiz]
Nope! Mr. Yaowa, 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 ho
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, I'll bang at ya lid
If I don't get it can cop me yo, and a Yankovic vid
I'm what, cuckoooooooooo!
I don't need a hook for this one
The bitches is 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', I'll 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
My triggers is stupid, you thugs is funny
My guns be, goin "IT" 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!
[Verse 2: Joell Ortiz]
Nope! Mr. Yaowa, 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 ho
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, I'll bang at ya lid
If I don't get it can cop me yo, and a Yankovic vid
I'm what, cuckoooooooooo!
I don't need a hook for this one
The bitches is 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', I'll 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
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