[Royce Da 5'9"]

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]

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 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 cuckoooooooooo!

I don't need a hook for this one



[Crooked I]

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, cuckoooooooooo!

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! 

Cuckoooooooooo!

I don't need a hook for this one



[Joe Budden]

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, cuckoooooooooo!

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, cuckoooooooooo!

I don't need a hook for this one [echoes]