No Snare Pan Amsterdam (Ft. Open Mike Eagle)

[Verse 1: Pan Amsterdam]
The dog barks leaving no marks
Calvin's got a job, but mine is at the golden archs
See I'm washing lettuce, soon I'll be on fries
Infiltrate your enterprise, laundering your franchise
Stop comparing the Macs and the Mcs
They both all beef patties special sauce, she'll be lovin' it
Real quick, got you soul searching for status causin' a glitch
Up in The Shire with Bilbo
Baggin' some gracefully aged female elves, no Frodo
New category recommended, yo
Gotta watch it on a different server, Firefox, not Chrome

[Verse 2: Open Mike Eagle]
Soft pants and nice-eyed sandals [?]
A short shelf life like the iPod Nano
No guns, no bodyguard ammo
Was raised on the indies like Johnny Gargano
I got the weed face as beat as a sweepstakes
Mass babyface, it's me in a knee brace
The size and shape could sleep in a briefcase
I teach great but don't like preppin'
Think a new thought every point oh five seconds
Small talk blows my brain to high heaven
Crazy as Oaktown's three five seven
Busy as the bars on the Cadillac Brougham
Tinted too, drive slow and hold with both hands