[Verse 1]
Now when I sign on
These fools flock to the messenger
They treating me like captains
They calling me the messenger
Eyes easy from the dutch I smoke
I need to push some more mails from the fat clutch I broke
Now this whole man sponsors sh**
Just some jokes got a full lobby of lists and a manner with info
Yeah the feds all over like a Taliban
Armed cats smoke kush like a Taliban
Keyboards and my coat, they all roll the same way
Catch me pushing ki's, both the wireless way
In the news? I'm the cat with the most fanbase of DG's in the Washington Post
Got it right this time? Ain't no disrespect
And even got the news from your mother's direct connection
These chicks want direct affection
Pound them so hard the last thing they want to touch is an erection
[Hook]
Let me hear another Spamtec banger
Keep that ish off of the coat hanger
Back then the ho's didn't want us
Finally we wrecking they call us Qantas, yeah
[Verse 2: ytcracker]
Yeah yeah ytcracker
Dirty nerdy millionaire before I'm thirty
f** with STC and we'll leave your a** up in a gurney
That's the truth, son, you can keep us in the station
Radio and TV hating because of the loot we making
See us, raid it, raid it: five o'clock news
Cameras with the news crews
Followed all of Blue's Clues
Took my computer and they seized my house
Because I can own a motherf**er with the click of my mouse
You know my spam stays Trump tight
And the monster in my pants goes bumping tonight
This is ytcracker b**h I ain't told you before
You can call me ripper because I'm so hardcore
Been around the net just to even the score
I'm the nerd rap king and you're just poor
Pushing them mails for my Rolex store
Send a fake-a** watch right to your front door
Nobody on the block can question
I've been repping that spam since '98
YTCracker, phlow, and dj int
Seven years past still pushing weight
Got a dot com site but that's okay
'Cause the anti's are sweating it anyway
Now we lay low just biding our time
Every mail we send Spamtec stays prime
Since I touched a computer I had a pretty good idea of what my destiny was
Pow wow, got the Internet going nuts
I keep the Internet in all of my cuts
My dude's been paid we've been slayed with ever who*e with a webcam got's it made
Spamtec, baby, king of the hill
Bang my 39 bars like a Glockenspiel
That's real
[Repeat hook]
[Verse 3: phlow]
Spamtec, we've got more bangers than the Brits
That's an awful lot of sausage I really must admit
But if a crip and you claiming '96
You must been banging just as long as Spamtec, b**h
'Cause we some gangsters on the 'net like Kevin Garnet
And we just hanging until it is time to collect
Our respect
Even though they hanging your neck
I'll scam your will so I'll be handling your checks
And I don't care about your general respects
'Cause I keep the mail moving like Federal Express
And I take stock of the situation
Like buying Microsoft when it rocketed off
I'm breaking it off
Off the top of my head my cap when I'm taking it off
Some of you emcee's sick but you faking a cough
Stop listening to lame sh** that's making you soft
And break into Spamtec like you breaking a box