Yeah, Spamtec

Still the greatest bitch yeah

YTCracker, phlow, egod: STC

[YTCracker]

200 million in a weekend

Inbox creeping

Getting mails out even when I'm sleeping

STC, Spamtec, specifically

On a mission to get the mails we itching

To spam on the stock

Hit sky to the top

With that old-school method that we used to rock

You see us flash, bitch, flashing the cheddar

SpamAssassin score zero in our header

No one better

Yeah I said before we're the greatest

That's the Spamtec motto, beach Colorado

Spam mafiaso doing it coastal

Wrecking every inbox with the inet postal

Standard issue

Getting dudes to go through tissues

Whack it to my bitches every mail I pitch you

I'm a co hustler, fast Eddie Case

The color of my money like an alien race

I'm not a new man you know how I cruise

Catch me on the headlines in them Google News

Steady on the blogs enemy of the state

And my fist stay alive because they beat the rates

Yeah

Ah yeah Spamtec

Spamtec, what do you think we think phlow?

Think we should break them off a little secrets? Trade secrets

It's a catastrophe

It's a disaster, B

When you get blacklisted by them bastards, G

Tina C-class, Aaron will bust you

Can't even make a last stand like General Custard

So we use pre-paids and load them scratch

Give them fake names and address to match

And then we hatch our scanners and spam our banners

Filling up houses like Danny Tanners

Got so many bots each one is a proxy

Stick it to the man with the spammer epoxy

Can't stop us can barely slow us down

YTCracker, bitch, with the Spamtec crown

Yeah

[phlow]

Hey yo Bryce (yeah what up Tay?)

Can I break them off some trade secrets (oh phlow, you know you've got to!)

Pass the proxies

My mailer eats the peas up

I take them out and throw the G's up until I got diamond

That's how I go from peas to carrots in good timing

That's how I go from stats to cash no signing

They ain't paying cash? Then fuck 'em

'Cause right now I got more checks than customs

Five hundred thread-count

On my sheets and my mailer

It's Baby Tay aka Taylor

And you know that I've been through more phish than a sailor

And ain't nobody ever called me a traitor

'Cause we lie the track down like a bitch

Spamtec stays in the background like my scripts

Yeah, the same scripts that hijack your IP

I'm the same kid that's trying to jack your ID

Get off my sack and give me back my whitey tighties

While I kick back and scheme with the mighty whitey

'Cause my rhyme's clean and mighty tighty

Me and the ytcracker might be rappers

But we're spammers first, not actors

So make sure you don't get it backwards

We some straight hackers intercepting packets yeah