Yo
Embody the beat
Get bodied
Some Trumer Pils
You already know what it is
Who could rap over this sitting on a futon
Dreaming bout my teeth in the veins of a python
Mic's gone, lost it, I never had one
Let the beat drop through my cell phone
I'm blown, sippin Shaw all alone
Not wearing clothes, man
I hope my roommate's not at home
Yo
She heard everything though
Last night when sh*t with my b*tch got physical
She's a feminist, I'm getting slaps and fists
In between love and the kisses, man, what a ho