Spamtec - Trade Secrets lyrics

Yeah, Spamtec Still the greatest b**h 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, b**h, flashing the cheddar SpamAssa**in 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 b**hes 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 ba*tards, G Tina C-cla**, 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, b**h, 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!) Pa** 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 f** '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 b**h 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