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** 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** with Spamtec? Your a**'ll get k**ed 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**h 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 b**hes 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 motherf**ers 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 p**y 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!