spydie's birth

Lyrics

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,