Cuckoo Freestyle Lyrics
Unable to focus like the wrong prescription glasses
Leave a target so holey you’d think of Christian masses
So intelligent you won’t believe I’m ditching classes
Leave my girl so wet you can’t tell if she’s splish or splashin
My lyrics are complex it’s unknown whether they’re fict or faction
Lyrical leather, I bet you can hear all the whips are crashin
Like eye lids, be ready to have about fifty lashes
Critical’s back to doing what he does best, straight fisting asses
I’m CUCKOO! I don’t need a hook for this one
Sodomizing careers, doing the dirty jobs like Mike Rowe
I’m three fifths of psychology, A.K.A I’m psycho
All these birds in flight – I make them loose or shook
Grounded like ostrich heads, and leave their gooses cooked
Cutting them cold turkey hearing the chirp of the nightingale
Claiming their solid rocks but break easily like fine grained shale
Saying they’re fort Knox but when I build rage the anger powers
Pick off some pieces and watch them collapse like jenga towers
I’m CUCKOO! I don’t need a hook for this one
I’m fresh French dressing, Lacoste Listerine
Poured onto the salad I guess you can say I’m on top of the green
Assortment of flavors, bitches be grazing and tasting my ranch
It’s sweet and it’s sour, she swallows whatever’s encased in my branch
And I’m just a sap, she’s making it grow, got a knack for gardening
She’s rubbing the pokeballs, choosing my metapod, I begin my hardening
Her lips got the Midas touch cause they render a golden shower
Start calling me Link from Zelda cause I’m controlling the golden power
Leave a target so holey you’d think of Christian masses
So intelligent you won’t believe I’m ditching classes
Leave my girl so wet you can’t tell if she’s splish or splashin
My lyrics are complex it’s unknown whether they’re fict or faction
Lyrical leather, I bet you can hear all the whips are crashin
Like eye lids, be ready to have about fifty lashes
Critical’s back to doing what he does best, straight fisting asses
I’m CUCKOO! I don’t need a hook for this one
Sodomizing careers, doing the dirty jobs like Mike Rowe
I’m three fifths of psychology, A.K.A I’m psycho
All these birds in flight – I make them loose or shook
Grounded like ostrich heads, and leave their gooses cooked
Cutting them cold turkey hearing the chirp of the nightingale
Claiming their solid rocks but break easily like fine grained shale
Saying they’re fort Knox but when I build rage the anger powers
Pick off some pieces and watch them collapse like jenga towers
I’m CUCKOO! I don’t need a hook for this one
I’m fresh French dressing, Lacoste Listerine
Poured onto the salad I guess you can say I’m on top of the green
Assortment of flavors, bitches be grazing and tasting my ranch
It’s sweet and it’s sour, she swallows whatever’s encased in my branch
And I’m just a sap, she’s making it grow, got a knack for gardening
She’s rubbing the pokeballs, choosing my metapod, I begin my hardening
Her lips got the Midas touch cause they render a golden shower
Start calling me Link from Zelda cause I’m controlling the golden power
I’m CUCKOO! I don’t need a hook for this one
Rappers using a dusty style like ashy bows
I’m on that “height of the period” rap, I got nasty flows
I’ve found my conduit so it’s time for electrocution
Pierce through you just like an igneous intrusion
Turn on the flashing lights because the throne is epileptic
In other words it’s about to be seized no need for paramedics
My lyrics are so sweet, a shame competition is diabetic
You claim you’re the shit, I’ll murder and hurdle ya into the fucking septic
I’m CUCKOO! I ain’t need a hook for this one
Rappers using a dusty style like ashy bows
I’m on that “height of the period” rap, I got nasty flows
I’ve found my conduit so it’s time for electrocution
Pierce through you just like an igneous intrusion
Turn on the flashing lights because the throne is epileptic
In other words it’s about to be seized no need for paramedics
My lyrics are so sweet, a shame competition is diabetic
You claim you’re the shit, I’ll murder and hurdle ya into the fucking septic
I’m CUCKOO! I ain’t need a hook for this one
About
Genius Annotation
Critical Lenz created this just to do what he loves doing: Flex lyrically and have fun rapping. Getting mighty fed up of rappers who grant themselves titles like “king” or use generic styles and consider themselves “the shit” or “a beast” so he shows em how it’s done and disses them all.
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