Caveman
O-O-O-O-O-
Okay, you actin' like a bitch, but you ain't bringin' the heat! (Fire, fire!)
If you gon' act up like a bitch then you 'on' eat on my meat
I smoke gelato; I make sure I keep a chain on my neck (Swang, swang)
Now, let me tell you why I'll never give you any respect (No respect)
You got no bitches, no ladies, only women you know
Ar-Are your mom and your dad
That's why you're a ho (That's fucked up)
The last time I ever saw you was before I made millions (Cha-ching!)
It's people like you that end up hangin' from ceilings (Blegh!)
Actin' like a bitch, but you ain't bringin' the heat!
If you gon' act up like a bitch then you 'on' eat on my meat
I smoke gelato; I make sure I keep a chain on my neck
Now, let me tell you why I'll never give you any respect
A-A-A-
Actin' like a bitch is what'll put you to rest! (Fuck you)
I ain't sharing any answers; put your name on the test!
Now, the moral of the story is a lesson to learn: (Learn it, bitch!)
Don't you take me for a pussy, or your nightmares return
I got issues; I got problems; I won't get any help (I'm fucking crazy)
But if I see your ass in person, then I'll kill you myself (Brrra! Brrra!)
You keep acting tough, but everyone knows you're just a poser
And now, boy, keep on talkin' shit, I will come right over! (Hello?)
You need a fuckin' towel for how much you be cryin'
But no one's gonna give you one how much you be lyin'
I don't listen when you're talkin' 'cause you're borin' as shit
All I'm thinkin' 'bout the whole time is when I'ma hit
Ge-Ge-
Getting all the dick, that's the only thing that matters
You-You don't care about anything; you're just climbin' the ladder
The-The-The universe around you doesn't give a shit-it-it
That's why anyone surrounding you just calls you a bitch
If-If-If you were not these things, now that's a whole 'nother story
If-If-If you were not stupid, loud, annoying, and boring
I would care enough to listen to what you gotta say
But-But for now, you're just falling apart like Kim and Kanye!
Now-Now, the funeral workers have had a hell of a day
When the .45 hit your noggin, pray that God forgive you
And the .223s and MAC-11s love to spray
You shoulda stayed your ass home and saved your mom the tissues
Now I ain't playin no games, and I ain't takin' no chances
Bottle your tears and forget your romances
I'ma turn you into dust, and then I'll hit this bong
Make you remember me by the end of the song
Okay, you actin' like a bitch, but you ain't bringin' the heat! (Fire, fire!)
If you gon' act up like a bitch then you 'on' eat on my meat
I smoke gelato; I make sure I keep a chain on my neck (Swang, swang)
Now, let me tell you why I'll never give you any respect (No respect)
You got no bitches, no ladies, only women you know
Ar-Are your mom and your dad
That's why you're a ho (That's fucked up)
The last time I ever saw you was before I made millions (Cha-ching!)
It's people like you that end up hangin' from ceilings (Blegh!)
Actin' like a bitch, but you ain't bringin' the heat!
If you gon' act up like a bitch then you 'on' eat on my meat
I smoke gelato; I make sure I keep a chain on my neck
Now, let me tell you why I'll never give you any respect
A-A-A-
Actin' like a bitch is what'll put you to rest! (Fuck you)
I ain't sharing any answers; put your name on the test!
Now, the moral of the story is a lesson to learn: (Learn it, bitch!)
Don't you take me for a pussy, or your nightmares return
I got issues; I got problems; I won't get any help (I'm fucking crazy)
But if I see your ass in person, then I'll kill you myself (Brrra! Brrra!)
You keep acting tough, but everyone knows you're just a poser
And now, boy, keep on talkin' shit, I will come right over! (Hello?)
You need a fuckin' towel for how much you be cryin'
But no one's gonna give you one how much you be lyin'
I don't listen when you're talkin' 'cause you're borin' as shit
All I'm thinkin' 'bout the whole time is when I'ma hit
Ge-Ge-
Getting all the dick, that's the only thing that matters
You-You don't care about anything; you're just climbin' the ladder
The-The-The universe around you doesn't give a shit-it-it
That's why anyone surrounding you just calls you a bitch
If-If-If you were not these things, now that's a whole 'nother story
If-If-If you were not stupid, loud, annoying, and boring
I would care enough to listen to what you gotta say
But-But for now, you're just falling apart like Kim and Kanye!
Now-Now, the funeral workers have had a hell of a day
When the .45 hit your noggin, pray that God forgive you
And the .223s and MAC-11s love to spray
You shoulda stayed your ass home and saved your mom the tissues
Now I ain't playin no games, and I ain't takin' no chances
Bottle your tears and forget your romances
I'ma turn you into dust, and then I'll hit this bong
Make you remember me by the end of the song
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Writer(s): Dexter Jackson
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