Yeah, Spamtec
Still the greatest bitch 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, bitch, flashing the cheddar
SpamAssassin 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 bitches 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 bastards, G
Tina C-class, 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, bitch, 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!)

Pass 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 fuck '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 bitch
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