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 shit with my bitch got physical

She's a feminist, I'm getting slaps and fists

In between love and the kisses, man, what a ho