4- Caveman
Album: E.U.I (Evolving Under the Influence)
©2010 P.D.M. Music Co. All rights reserved.
Intro:
Hey yo, Malone.
What up, brah?
This song is great. ‘Cuz you know, I never really feel like I fit in.
Why not?
Cuz I'm a, I'm a mothafuckin’ caveman…
Verse I:
Uh huh, uh huh, uh what?
Cuz I'm a mothafuckin’ caveman...
Life for me is like a Geico ad. But I don't sell insurance.
I'm Cro-Magnon man’s modern day version.
Vocabulary limited, but don't think I'll hesitate
to break your face you call me primitive…
Speaking in grunts and hand gestures, hardly get my point across.
Pissed off my loin cloth's rubbing my groins raw.
Drawing cartoons on the cave wall, watching Flintstones.
Can't help the feeling I've been ripped off.
‘Cuz Fred and Barney clearly based on me and Malone.
Hanna-Barbera ain't having it, call our claims overblown.
Rolling Stones ain't a band, that's the wheels on our bus.
And they go round and round, what the ****!?!
You didn't know? Evolution stopped the clock.
And we're your new neighbors, moving onto your block.
Don't take it personal, though, if I club your wife,
and drag her away from the suburbs to stay the fucking night, aight?
Chorus:
Walking through Las Vegas with my dick in my hand,
I'm a mean ****, I'm a CAVE MAN...
He's a caveman.
I'm a CAVE MAN!
A fuckin’ caveman.
I'm a CAVEMAN!
Walking through Las Vegas with my dick in my hand,
I'm a mean ****, I'm a CAVE MAN...
He's a caveman.
I'm a CAVE MAN!
A fuckin’ caveman.
I'm a CAVEMAN!
Verse II:
How dare you call me knuckle dragger?
You yourself couldn't hack it as a hunter gatherer.
My case in point… instead of grocery stores, I gotta chase a wooly mammoth
with nothing but a fuckin’ wooden mallet. I’ve reached a breaking point.
My neighbor’s all uptight.
Prehistoric pimp limp, just learned to walk upright.
Teach my kids to play with fire.
Shit, how else do you suppose I'll teach em to cook a saber tooth tiger?
Pot head nation, got some nerve calling us Stone Age.
Pointin’ and laughing through some smoke haze.
I'm on my own page, rock tablet with hieroglyphics.
As modern science tries to interpret my primal lyrics.
Sorry for my vile appearance. But in my defense,
in my day, it was stylish to smell like dinosaur piss.
I got animal rights groups wanting me for murder,
for eating brontosaurus burgers, biatch!!!
Chorus:
Walking through Las Vegas with my dick in my hand,
I'm a mean ****, I'm a CAVE MAN...
He's a caveman.
I'm a CAVE MAN!
A fuckin’ caveman.
I'm a CAVEMAN!
Walking through Las Vegas with my dick in my hand,
I'm a mean ****, I'm a CAVE MAN...
He's a caveman.
I'm a CAVE MAN!
A fuckin’ caveman.
I'm a CAVEMAN!
Bridge:
I’m a caveman everybody listen up.
I’m a caveman really don’t give a ****
I’m a caveman everybody listen up.
I’m a caveman don’t nobody give a ****.
I’m a caveman everybody listen up.
I’m a caveman really don’t give a ****.
I’m a caveman everybody listen up.
I’m a caveman don’t nobody give a ****.
Chorus (2x):
Walking through Las Vegas with my dick in my hand,
I'm a mean ****, I'm a CAVE MAN...
He's a caveman.
I'm a CAVE MAN!
A fuckin’ caveman.
I'm a CAVEMAN!
Walking through Las Vegas with my dick in my hand,
I'm a mean ****, I'm a CAVE MAN...
He's a caveman.
I'm a CAVE MAN!
A fuckin’ caveman.
I'm a CAVEMAN!
Walking through Las Vegas with my dick in my hand,
I'm a mean ****, I'm a CAVE MAN...
He's a caveman.