Grug vs. Squirrel
Hey bushy-tailed punk, suck my nuts
Actually wait... no please not my nuts
Definitely not my nuts, get those nuts over there
Go choke on acorns, you furry waste of air
Chatter all day, no one gives a shit
Your mom's a ho, your dad's a half-wit
Tree rat bitch with buck-tooth grin
Time for Grug and club to commit a sin
Bushy-tail bitch meets club-swinging fool
One's nature's snitch, one's a knuckle-dragging tool
Acorn-breath punk and mammoth-shit-for-brains
One's lunch, the other's leftovers in the food chain
Look who's talking, ya big hairy ape
Your skull's so thick, thoughts can't escape
Hunt all day, but can't catch a grape
While I feast all winter, you just scrape
Bushy-tail bitch meets club-swinging fool
One's nature's snitch, one's a knuckle-dragging tool
Acorn-breath punk and mammoth-shit-for-brains
One's lunch, the other's leftovers in the food chain
Winter's coming, you'll freeze your nuts
While Grug dine on yummy mammoth guts
Think you safe up in that tree?
Grug's rock 'bout to make you history
Hear me out, ya caveman clown
Your days on top are numbered, start counting them down
Can't climb trees, can't crack a nut
Stuck on the ground with your giant beer gut
Bushy-tail bitch meets club-swinging fool
One's nature's snitch, one's a knuckle-dragging tool
Acorn-breath punk and mammoth-shit-for-brains
One's lunch, the other's leftovers in the food chain
Your tree-climbing skills, won't save your ass
Grug's fire's burning, and you're the grass
Your acorn stash, will be my delight
Gonna burn your home, and watch you take flight
Bushy-tail bitch meets club-swinging fool
One's nature's snitch, one's a knuckle-dragging tool
Acorn-breath punk and mammoth-shit-for-brains
One's lunch, the other's leftovers in the food chain
Listen up Grug, here's the evolutionary tea
While your kind's still grunting, mine's growing a family tree
Yeah, I'm small and fuzzy, but at least I can adapt
While you're stuck in caves drawing stick figures that look whack
So keep swinging that club like a primitive fool
'Cause in a million years, my kind will still rule
Your brain's so small it makes a pebble look vast
Just like your future - living in the past
Actually wait... no please not my nuts
Definitely not my nuts, get those nuts over there
Go choke on acorns, you furry waste of air
Chatter all day, no one gives a shit
Your mom's a ho, your dad's a half-wit
Tree rat bitch with buck-tooth grin
Time for Grug and club to commit a sin
Bushy-tail bitch meets club-swinging fool
One's nature's snitch, one's a knuckle-dragging tool
Acorn-breath punk and mammoth-shit-for-brains
One's lunch, the other's leftovers in the food chain
Look who's talking, ya big hairy ape
Your skull's so thick, thoughts can't escape
Hunt all day, but can't catch a grape
While I feast all winter, you just scrape
Bushy-tail bitch meets club-swinging fool
One's nature's snitch, one's a knuckle-dragging tool
Acorn-breath punk and mammoth-shit-for-brains
One's lunch, the other's leftovers in the food chain
Winter's coming, you'll freeze your nuts
While Grug dine on yummy mammoth guts
Think you safe up in that tree?
Grug's rock 'bout to make you history
Hear me out, ya caveman clown
Your days on top are numbered, start counting them down
Can't climb trees, can't crack a nut
Stuck on the ground with your giant beer gut
Bushy-tail bitch meets club-swinging fool
One's nature's snitch, one's a knuckle-dragging tool
Acorn-breath punk and mammoth-shit-for-brains
One's lunch, the other's leftovers in the food chain
Your tree-climbing skills, won't save your ass
Grug's fire's burning, and you're the grass
Your acorn stash, will be my delight
Gonna burn your home, and watch you take flight
Bushy-tail bitch meets club-swinging fool
One's nature's snitch, one's a knuckle-dragging tool
Acorn-breath punk and mammoth-shit-for-brains
One's lunch, the other's leftovers in the food chain
Listen up Grug, here's the evolutionary tea
While your kind's still grunting, mine's growing a family tree
Yeah, I'm small and fuzzy, but at least I can adapt
While you're stuck in caves drawing stick figures that look whack
So keep swinging that club like a primitive fool
'Cause in a million years, my kind will still rule
Your brain's so small it makes a pebble look vast
Just like your future - living in the past
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Writer(s): Andrew Ley
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