[Part 1]
Let the pregame begin
No females, just men, the beer pong is set
And three bongs are lit, ice tea and cheap vodka
The turnup is real, throw on the waka flocka
As I stumble into a sweaty room
A hot mess sausage fest, way too many dudes
As I finish what's in my red cup
I feel a single tear that's trickling down my left nut
The EDM music endorphins sounds like flying saucers
Or a crying dolphin, or a dying walrus
It sounds like shit so I'm about to dip
But they throw on Power Trip and I'm powerless
I see some white girls appropriating twerking
Want to procreate I'm nervous, not to overstate, I'm wordless
My mind telling me, go home and masturbate
My dick telling me, go on and grab a date
So I gravitate, and I penetrate
The force field of dudes that hesitate this is Ender's Game
I reach my target as I grab her hips gently
Her friend shrugs as she looks back skeptically
Her face flushed as I look into her Asian eyes
An awkward smile stabilized any rapey vibes
I tried to be eloquent, touch delicate
Then it hit me, this girl was a drunk feminist
Now don't get me wrong I always ask consent
Rather than masochist call me a plastered pacifist
We dancing at drunken tempos trapped in molasses
She hasn't been blasted since midterms passing her classes
So she lets loose on nights where nothing matters
Alcohol abstinent, till she becomes the antagonist
She always complains about with other activists laughing at
Their plastic personalities, ratchet habits and padded chests
This on mind as were swapping spit, gasping breaths
Making out in the petri dish of undergraduates
I smell like old spice, and bud platinum
She tastes like Smirnoff apple and mint gum
A little dim sum, from her little brunch
She starts feeling up till her friends pulling her out
To her friend Amelia yacking by the cafeteria
She left me in the center of the dance floors interior
My balls blue like an eskimo's
I'm grumpy and blue call me Squidward testicals
So I walk my blue balls back to my room dog
Hit a few bongs, rolled a j with a coupon
Listened to snoop dog, heated up some udon
Til the new dawn, passed out on the futon
Ohh man
New chapter, new song
[Part 2]
Sunglasses and advil
Last night was mad real
Just woke up at 1pm, my head feeling like an anvil
Checked facebook new friend request
Aw shit, this is the drunk feminist
I check my messages, and she sent a sentence that said that wasn't me last night, I misrepresented myself
I said no worries, it happens to the best of us
Wanna get brunch? They're serving eggs and stuff
She said cool I'll meet you in half an hour
She probably needed that half an hour to yak and shower
The sun blinding me in front of the dining hall
She gives a wave and then offers me a Tylenol
I said I'll pass, I'm sober as a dog
Just what I expected, she's in yoga pants and clogs
Granola in a jug, on her plate and her palette
Some kale on the side of her quinoa salad
I'm eating bacon and omelettes
Feeling plainly obnoxious but mainly I'm nauseous
She said i saw your go pro video
Its oh so original you know as I dip into my cheerios
I never would have guessed your rapper
I'm also a person but yeah I'm a rapper
But enough about me, what are you into
I'm probably gonna major in cultural anthro-
Pology, but honestly, I'm stuck in a tango
I'm in a little band though, I play the banjo
Just doing me hoping that it might equal up
And I'm working on a thesis called white people suck
Mhmm what else did I miss
Oh ya, so ya, I'm a feminist
I said, well that's a coincidence
Cause I too am a feminist
I smiled at her hoping some resonance
But Her face turned from elegant to nemesis
Expression malevolent like she swallowed a lemon wedge
She collected herself and then she said men can't be feminists
Men can't be feminists? What the hell is this
I support women's rights and I fight prejudice
She said yes, but just by being a gentleman
Your energy exist in a culture of oppression its
Complicated, hard to say
Just by having a dong i'm automatically John Mccain?
C'mon i'm not with the games, nah, that's not what I'm saying
Im not a misogynist, but your part of the process it lays
Its not some ancient art to face your heart, erase the sharpie
Just cuz I'm in it I can't take apart the patriarchy?
Not until the media stops the objectified
Advertisements, catalogs, padded bras, sexy thighs
All of it is pesticide, creeping in our x and y
Chromosomes, overload, tryna kill the women's pride (e)
When men let us self-identify
Our own sexuality, mentality, and rectify
Equality in jobs the economy and liberalize
Only then can men claim they fit inside a woman's mind
The cafeteria got silent
We locked eyes, i took a bite of my pot pie
She sipped on her hot chai, I tried to swallowed my pride
Like popeye, but it burned like peroxide
I told her I agreed with you
But in my opinion feminism is a men's issue
Yes, male aggression is an angry weapon
But alienate men won't lead us to change the perception
More male feminists the closer the solution
Feminism's pro-women but it's all also pro-human
She wasn't convinced
The corner of her mouth twitched balled her knuckles in a fist like I ain't about shit
Shit, I probably don't get it
But I know I'm a feminist my facebook says it
She cracked a smile, yea I know a bit more than you
But I admire your fortitude and your point of view
And you're sorta cute, and so are you
We left the cafeteria it was a quarter to 2
I walked her back to her dorm
Laughing some more, she opened up a crack in the door
She said thank you for the great brunch
The food for thought was a great touch made my brain crunch
The look in her eyes I didn't need to say much
Found lust in a conversation as her face touched
Opinions can be the Emotion's disguises
As my lips were approaching her eyelids
She shut the door, as it echoed through the hallway
We made love while we listened to Beyonce
