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spamtec – spam or not lyrics

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 f-ck 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 f-ck with spamtec? your -ss’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 b-tch 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 p-ss-es wetter
to the letter see me in my ekko sweater
steady hacking on these b-tches like my homie netta
the mult-threader
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 motherf-ckers 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
ident-ty 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 p-ssy 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!

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