Alright you guys, listen.
 Right here I got some paper,
 a toothbrush,
 this is a lighter,
 a bottle of beer,
 this is a bottle opener,
 and a pot from a kitchen.
 (clears throat)
 Alright you ready?
 Lets go.
 
 Aye, this doesn't sound quite right yet,
 so Im'ma add some kicking snare just like this.
 Ha ha ha ha.
 And I got this guitar part, and I'm gonna play this guitar part over it like this.
 You feeling that?
 and we just leave that.
 And why don't we, why don't we just bring in a lil' bass like this?
 Pop Pop
 Take the bass out right here.
 And this is where we bring in the verse.
 
 
 I can make a loop out of anything work
 I'm just surprised you guys didn't think of this shit first... But f**k it! 
 You can't touch yours truly
 You can hardly follow me
 Much less move me, so
 When I'm pumping the track
 You punks in the back better jump when I ask you bastards
 
 
 Yeah, you got it backwards and misconstrued
 See I roll like the rat pack groups included
 In the backpack with the gas mask in Munich
 20 deep in a hatchback puffing Cubans
 
 
 You wanna rap get the lab track cue, let's do this
 But not on this track
 You can't afford it stupid! 
 
 
 Somebody call for the doc quick
 He's still on the street top
 He gotta freaking stain on my high top Reebok's
 Snatched off the velcro and choked him with it
 My headphones rub my neck where I coach you chickens (baaaacock! )
 Machine Shop packs lots of tunes
 Like Paul Wall mixed tapes leave you chopped and screwed
 The mess too wild?
 The yes boys popping their Gats (yaps?)
 Yeah, can you hear me now?
 Good get off my sac
 
 
 Yo, MC am I
 People call me Celph
 I got the key to every young bitches chastity belt
 You clicking even pussy
 Better yet they beaver
 I'm gonna leave it to ya heavy
 With this nine millimetre
 
 
 Yo I see you chillin' in that cherry beemer
 Have you ever met a man with canary fever?
 I ain't talkin' 'bout a piss colored diamond either, word
 I'm eatin' birds outta sittin' on your finger
 You can teach 'em how to speak
 Say "Polly want a cracker?"
 Take 'em to the beach
 Play volleyball after
 A little snack... champagne and pasta... 
 We don't gotta run fast girl
 I know you got asthma
 
 
 Yeah, sippin' on jack and diamonds
 Blowing smoke rings
 Chillin' with the pack of Heina's
 Your hands to the sky
 Get a crunk for fun
 I'm so goddamn high
 I could punch the sun
 
 
 Oy... honestly I doesn't even matter if I use this voice
 It'd still f**k up you and your boys
 So piss off mate
 See? I do what I want
 Cause your whole bloody lots
 Just a bunch of cunts
 
 
 See right now Celph Titled supposed to be in the booth
 
 
 But he's stuck inside a toilet getting ready to puke
 
 
 And he drank a bunch of sisco, vodka, and rum
 
 
 So Cheapshot's gonna drop Celph's verse
 Here it comes
 
 
 Find me in the sandwich
 Gonna roll with the stutter
 Rolling with a cutter
 Abuse your mother
 On a road trip to Barbados with their hoes
 I'm a hoodrat with a Winnebago
 I make dough
 On the block where the bullies where raised to partier
 You in Idaho grazing pastures getting busy
 I don't hold acts unless for something get busy
 On the ground I like the bear
 And I stay my grizzly
 
 
 Stay the f**k in the bathroom homie!