Fort Minor: Tools of the trade

I can make a loop out of anything workI'm just surprised you guys didn't think of this shit first... But fuck it!You can't touch yours trulyYou can hardly follow meMuch less move me, soWhen I'm pumping the trackYou punks in the back better jump when I ask you bastardsYeah, you got it backwards and misconstruedSee I roll like the rat pack groups includedIn the backpack with the gas mask in Munich20 deep in a hatchback puffing CubansYou wanna rap get the lab track qued let's do thisBut not on this trackYou can't afford it stupid!Somebody call for the doc quickHe's still on the street topHe gotta freaking stain on my high top Reebok'sSnatched off the velcro and choked him with itMy headphones rub my neck where I coach you chickens (baaaacock!)Machineshop packs lots of tunesLike Paul Wall mixed tapes leave you chopped and screwedThe mess too wild?The yes boys popping their Gats (yaps?)Yeah, can you hear me now?Good get off my sacYo, MC am IPeople call me CelphI got the key to every young bitches chastity beltYou clicking even pussyBetter yet they beaverI'm gonna leave it to ya heavyWith this nine millametaYo I see you chillin' in that cherry beemerHave you ever met a man with canary fever?I ain't talkin' 'bout a piss colored diamond either, wordI'm eatin' birds outta sittin' on your fingerYou can teach 'em how to speakSay "Polly want a cracker? "Take 'em to the beachPlay volleyball afterA little snack... champagne and pasta...We don't gotta run fast girlI know you got asthmaYeah, sippin' on jack and diamondsBlowing smoke ringsChillin' with the pack of Heina'sYour hands to the skyGet a crunk for funI'm so goddamn highI could punch the sunOy... honestly I doesn't even matter if I use this voiceIt'd still fuck up you and your boysSo piss off mateSee? I do what I wantCause your whole bloody lotsJust a bunch of cuntsSee right now Celph Titled supposed to be in the boothBut he's stuck inside a toilet getting ready to pukeAnd he drank a bunch of sisco, vodka, and rumSo Cheapshot's gonna drop Celph's verseHere it comesFind me in the sandwichGonna roll with the stutterRolling with a cutterAbuse your motherOn a road trip to Barbados with their hoesI'm a hoodrat with a WinnebagoI make doughOn the block where the bullies where raised to partierYou in Idaho grazing pastures getting busyI don't hold acts unless for something get busyOn the ground I like the bearAnd I stay my grizzlyStay the fuck in the bathroom homie!