-> "Drag My Hands"
Original Song Title:
"Sag My Pants"
Parody Song Title:
"Drag My Hands"
The Lyrics
Intro: Yeah, Blaydeman
Clubs all you
C’mon, cave sleepin’ on me
All you current rappers, club-rat females
That’s enough to make a caveman flip
Verse 1: Yeah
I stalk game like a beast
So that I get a feast
I club it, after huntin’ a cunnin’ cat that went East
Why you buggin’ me like you want a piece
Just comb yourself for some fleas
And let me eat my meat, dripping from grease
See I won’t stop fool, cuz it’s a Stone Age rule
We just grunt and drool, and invent hand tools
I’m just a prehistoric, euphoric, meteoric, Neaderthalic stalker
That’s gonna get ate, if you keep talkin’ (shhh!)
This nomadic lifestyle is all screwed up
I have no favorite era though, cuz all them suck
I suffer from the basic hunters who not on my pedigree
Because on the cave wall it’s as hard as their name will ever be
I grunt ‘bout our wild customs a lot
So everybody seems to think I have sinister plot, I do
Being threatened by it, even throw a few rocks
I got some radical thoughts, for the future of us
So listen
Chorus: I drag my hands, cuz spine’s not erect
I feed on insects (Yick!)
It’s just genetics (Yeah, yeah)
And my people hate me, they all throw poo
So, tell’em I say club you
Yeah, I will show you! (Yeah, yeah)
Verse 2: To the volcanoes where I go in dead of night
You could say I have an evolved mind
I take my club out and with a line
Around the base is where my rope is tied
It went lower ‘til it caught on fire (yeah!)
Lately I been really obsessed (why?)
Cuz everybody’s sayin’ Ud’s spear is best
I tell my burnt quest, and toss my club into a bird’s nest
And watched a dumb woman singe her face, taste test (Ow!)
You don’t play with this hotness
It’s not alive, you gotta be cautious
Toss that raw meat out, it’s making me nauseous
This invention was laborious
But if you cook your food on it, it tastes glorious
This is amazing, what you being so scared for?
All you need to be as forward thinking as, your protruding foreheads are
Yeah right, you people can’t even prattle
Like my idea to raise cattle
Y’all keep on raising a battle (What?!)
Chorus: I drag my hands, cuz spine’s not erect
I feed on insects (Yick!)
It’s just genetics (Yeah, yeah)
And my people hate me, they all throw poo
So, tell’em I say club you
Yeah, I will show you! (Yeah, yeah)
Verse 3: I’m probably the smartest Neanderthal who don’t get recognized
Reveal wheels now life’s somewhat now mechanized
Untimely, when Goom was sterilized
Cuz he stood in front the gears, I told him he’d be penalized
I’ve metamorphosed and this is what unfurled?
That’s dumber that a rock from space that could come end the world
What is next now? Yeah, I’m sure that the Earth swirls
To bad all the spinnin’ would make everybody hurl
You can’t pretend I don’t exist
I see that carcass rot, swelling like an oozing cyst
Don’t make life hard just cuz you don’t get the gist
Why be so pissed? It’s hot man, and it’s weight is too much to lift
I tried be so plain and succinct
All because we’ll die and then we’ll end up extinct
Bone doofus, which we’ll always be so distinct
And they will wonder what was up, those jokes missing some links
You know why!?
Chorus: I drag my hands, cuz spine’s not erect
I feed on insects (Yick!)
It’s just genetics (Yeah, yeah)
And my people hate me, they all throw poo
So, tell’em I say club you
Yeah, I will show you! (Yeah, yeah)
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