[Intro]
“A pen, this is a class four grenade”
“Three clicks arm the four second fuse”
“Another three disarms it”
“How long did you say the fuse was”
“Oh, grow up, 007”
“They always said the pen was mightier than the sword”
“Thanks to me, they were right”

[Verse 1: Complete]
I was born with a license to slaughter the rhymers who like perform in disguises
I find ‘em resortin’ to lies, ‘cause the audience buys it
In the fortress where I live, there’s no shortage of spy shit
Or important supplies which support my rеcording devices
I’m the lord of thе cyphers, plus I’m groovy and hot
The fuckin’ reason those Austin Power movies were shot
‘Cause I’m shagadelic, I want that shaggy feller, that fag’s pathetic
And I tell ya Scooby Doo’s just a dubious dog
Groupies will flock when the ink I place on my pad is dry
I am described as a wicked patient and placid guy
Till I grab a mic on a mission made for assassin spies
Why’s my shit the greatest? That information is classified
[?] when I make a hot verse
All these rappers start cryin’ like they some toddlers
And I could say a lot worse, but babies are like martinis, they should be shaken, not stirred
[Chorus: Complete & Omac]
I spy, I spy with my little eye
These miserable guys cry when I grip a mic
‘Cause they ain’t spittin’ tight rhymes, they just dribble lies
Till I die, I’ll expose those that are in disguise
‘Cause I spy, I spy with my little eye
These miserable guys cry when I grip a mic
‘Cause they ain’t spittin’ tight rhymes, they just dribble lies
Till I die, I’ll expose those (yeah) that are in disguise

[Verse 2: Omac]
It’s do or die, you can try, why improve? We can’t be
A super spy, suicidal, abusive army
The Psych Ward, you arrive when my view is starting
To see the Devils in the skies, ha, Illuminati
A true to party, we’re crashin’ the gate
Seekin’ the kamikaze, nasty Nazi rappin’ on stage
I’m trackin’ your trays, deadly with Omaculate traits
This ain’t no Simpsons episode, but we’re whackin’ you snakes
I’m hackin’ your base, finish in the crib with your information
To rid the nation, bring this hatred, killin’ till we chill with Satan
So make a big mistake, my GoPro catch ‘em
Got the Go Go Gadget, fuck your promo, faggot
You’re like Frodo Baggins, always comin’ up short
I’ve been at war with the ward that you cunts can’t ignore
Jumpin’ ‘em all, you ain’t hard, now you maggots are steppin’ stones
I rap an assassin, attackin’ all when I let ‘em know that
[Chorus: Complete & Omac]
I spy, I spy with my little eye
These miserable guys cry when I grip a mic
‘Cause they ain’t spittin’ tight rhymes, they just dribble lies
Till I die, I’ll expose those that are in disguise
‘Cause I spy, I spy with my little eye
These miserable guys cry when I grip a mic
‘Cause they ain’t spittin’ tight rhymes, they just dribble lies
Till I die, I’ll expose those that are in disguise