Spamtec - Foolish Mortals lyrics

Spamtec baby yodel at your boy We coming at with some new sh** Some Luke Hank sh**, we on this Mortal Kombat tip Word up to Silent John, all the kids at the Beach, baby We doing it, know what I'm saying? We about to get big, word up Hit it Bryce, tell 'em what's cracking baby Give it to them whitey [Verse 1: YTCracker] Every time I come around on this mic I get nasty "Fatality" is all that I can see No friendship, no fooling, lyrically schooling Retooling my karate for these b**hes when they get naughty Not nice My first name is Bryce My fist is my weapon of my choice when I fight Put me to the points and I score like Scorpion k**ing so many I'm the dorky Jack Kevorkian From the beach where I lay my head To the networks where I break my bread I'm still the pinnacle Top of the food chain, biggest brain Cristal champagne a gla** for the drain Don't give a f** about these haters uppercut them 'til the pit d**h before dishonor I a**ume that's how they'll quit I'm the Johnny K superstar ain't no stopping it Subzero with my flows because my ice is ultimate Switching up the beat going to get a little goofy b**hes give it up like I slip you all a roofie My style is a product of my hustle and my blang Kicking these flows like my name was Luke Cain I'm that rap ruler but I'm no slick rick My patch ain't on my eye but I put it on my software Don't stick to that underground but I still drop there Still up on that geek grind but I don't stop there Cat 5 is the clique, we bring the twisted pair YTCracker is the liq, burning them like Nair If you ain't with my crew then you're bound to get stomped on Get it to the point where you never turn your comp on Too afraid of this digital G All these keyboard warriors they ain't got sh** to say to me I'm the alpha, the omega, the first and the last I spread faster than the MX blast Infectious, bigger than the state of Texas Consoles on my X, it's going to pay for a Lexus Gilded chains don't entice me And the Bentleys, yeah, they get a little pricey Stone-cold baller on a budget, done And my style switch quick like my name is Sang Sung Gaining it, what up, that's the radeon Throwing up the shocker while I'm getting paid in Foolish mortals, flushing them all down the porta-portals I got this game sealed tight I bust up the competition In first place, here on my own volition Ascended the ranks with my lyrical combat More money monarch and my beats are so fat My man Silent John from the beats we reign Kick it to the phlow because the beach is pain It's phlow baby [Verse 2: phlow] Hurricane on ya like a katana with my blades Pockets already fat, no need for a raise (holler) But just in case I'll raise you just in time I'll remove your scalp so I can see what's on your mind So don't be afraid of the blade What's on your blade come's through Just be afraid of the kung fu We make the music that the dudes love to hump to And we make the music that the ladies want to hump to Don't mean to bump you but please excuse me You mistaking me for somebody that you've seen in a movie (okay) I ain't Johnny Cage but I can scrap in a cage I ain't Ron Jeremey but I perform on a stage I'll strike my name into your chest like Zorro These kids know I'm deadly when I'm on like Gorro Check my delivery this ain't no DiGiorno But I'll break your back cut you in half from the torso I'm the raw fish cannibalist You know I handle my sh** Drink a handle but my hands on a b**h Man I'm just sick I got the combo down now Don't want to tangle you'll just get strangled bow down Hit you up and slice you down with my katanas Got a listbox full of phish that are madder than piranhas Check my mean mug I keep my jaw locked like an iguana While I'm sipping Smirnof to subzero in the sauna [Outro] You f**ing ba*tards take me off your email list scumbag!