Spamtec

DJ Int

Marcus Year Productions

Holding it down, yeah yeah

Can you feel it? Uh uh

[phlow]

Me and camo

We drive lambo's and slam ho's

Burn weed and get lit like candles

Break legs and leave nurga's strangled

So how the fuck are you going to run the block with broken ankles?

Me and silk

We smother you like a quilt

If you know me it's no surprise I like milk

I played b-ball and freeball up in the kilt

Drive to fuck with Spamtec? Your ass'll get killed

Love my man roofie, that's doctor roach

Me and him we smoke the blunt until it turns roach

We pop up like toast

Disappear like ghosts

Leaving kids comatose from an overdose

That's when I called the kid freak eighty-eight

Told him about my botnet, he could hardly wait!

I'm rich off the spam game I don't carry weight

I'm legit now, I ain't trying to get played

[DJ Int]

DJ Int and rebel messing with those cards its a fact

In five minutes flat they could have you a new Mac

With the LCD screen and the back that stays flat

You never knew them credit card boys got down like that

If you talking botnets, there's always a mask

And no hill made the numerous DoS attacks slash

Take your domain like the fat kid of coin

Not enough effective invitation to join

There's really no need of taking the domain

'Cause I gathered all the species and took all the aim

And as for your friend? He gives your same to spoil

The only thing you've done is be a bitch for toyla

But it's enough, no more speaking my words

To let your spine get snapped by another man's verbs

Like the bottom of this verse, I leave you stepped like curbs

You more free and majestic herb

[YTCracker]

Ytcracker, I'm going to come up in this track better late than never

They call me that ycracker I get the pussies wetter

To the letter see me in my Ekko sweater

Steady hacking on these bitches like my homie Netta

The multithreader

I'm the oldest ao-gangster on the block spitting rhymes about the times you used to spam in private rooms I was the man

But all these other motherfuckers trying to get up in our business steady staying and they coming with it

Got the anti's got the feds on every mail that's getting read

And they hide up on the trail and they won't stop until we're dead

Digital gangsters we roam with credit cards full charged

Identity theft is all that's left can't stop the barrage

Shouting at the top of our lungs "come get some!"

STC is the greatest and we always red rum

Every track that we spit on you can't put a lid on

Like Lucas, we in the pussy like mucus

Pocket protectors to pick up chicks

Nerdy south in the house on every mix

DJ Int and phlow got my backs like six'o'clock

We got this game on lock

So all the nerds worldwide unite

You under the STC flag tonight

Wave your hands from left to right

Spamtec with the gift of lyrical flight

Word nerd!