Spydie’s Birth Brotha Lynch Hung

[Intro]
Yeah, yeah
I'm in the dark on these niggas
Okay

[Verse 1]
Maybe they don't know I'ma 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 [?]
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 (guess what)
Plain and simple partner, 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

[Chorus]
Spiderman, Spiderman
Tryin' to see him but you know you can't
He sports the TECs in his sides
You playin' him close he might blow your mind
He's deep in the cut, heat all around
You tryin' to find him he's nowhere to be found (Okay)
Okay, here comes the Spiderman
Here comes the Spiderman