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
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A storytelling song about hookup culture at liberal arts college, and the ongoing debate about gender roles and sexuality in these environments.