spydie's birth

yeah

i'm in the dark on these niggas. okay

maybe they don't know i'm a

go ape

you just a king cobra straight

no via satellite

it'd take more than a car battery to juice me

killa appetite

never catch me actin' right

smoke a two hundred sack a night

like an ak when i shoot these

please believe i pack it right

produce rapid strikes

they call me randy johnson

hundred and twenty miles an hour

spit enough

hit em up

get off the power

nigga you must be off that powder

i'm spiderman

give me a blunt

pen

pad

and an hour

i'll make it shower

my taliban

siccmade muzicc we keep it heated like nascar

plain and simple patna

fill up the clip and then blast ours

ain't no rippin shit

it's all s-i-double c

you trouble me

i'm loco in the cabesa and i'm siccer than the rest-a

i'll blow your chest up

he need an ambulance

two minutes left

he don't have a chance

not even half a chance

leave him with feces all in his pants when we pick him up

i rip 'em up right out the dump truck 'cause i'm

spiderman

spiderman

try'na see how much you know you can

he sports the tec's

any size

you playin' him close he might blow your mind

he's deep in the cut

heat all around

tryin' to find him he's no where to be found

okay

here comes the spiderman

i'm like beltway snipers

i ain't try'na brag

but here

you need these numbers to this place that be makin' body bags

i'm the kamikaze magnum while i'm draggin' um

to the spot

gotta get to really have at em

like roast beef

nigga i ain't supposed to beef

but i love meat and i got sacramento enemies

so i love heat

got a sack of indo green leaves and i'm 'bout to twist it

so move with me nigga

quick shit patna

you 'bout to miss it

now i don't smoke with them busta browns

i clutch the pounds

and if you fuck wid it i rub ya down

with seventeen rounds

crack the everclear now

forever real now

spittin' at the whole crowd verbs and nouns

and no felonies so i pack somethin' heavy

i took the chevy to the levy

two hundred and fifty pounds of red meat 'n feddy

you got it twisted up like crazy eddie

the 80s

from two hundred and yards away i make ya head bleed steadily

bet i could teach ya how to dissect your stomach muscles 'n eat 'em

these days that ain't shit

cut 'em and bleed 'em

i seen worse shit

fuck em and feed em bloody spaghetti

that siccmade shit

cuddy get ready

bloody your chevy interior quick

muddy your driveway

that's what i say

fuck it

you 'bout to die today

got a chopper in the hideaway

don't make me use it

off a half pint with the ol' 8 english

don't make me lose it

i'm cry baby locc

that's it

i'm from the block where you learn at sixteen

to load glocks

pack clips and smoke pot

slumpin' tupac

'me against the world' cause it juice me

i got episodes and episodes like ricky and lucy

drama shit

dead momma shit

don't give a fuck shit

rough shit

shut you up in the back of the truck shit

them gangsta bitches love this

they jack off to it

i'm spiderman

bitch ass nigga i thought you knew it