still dg - YTCracker

Late in the evening, or is it morning?

Couple days sat awake and you see me yawnin'

James Bondin', pinging and they ain’t respondin'

Mission accomplished, yeah, bitch, I’m pwning

Roll out the crib, white hat on the crest

«Spamtec» like a badge on the right of my chest

Blip-blip on my Sidekick, I flip my wrist

SSH to my box, page down to next

My stats look good, what about my checks?

So many digits, it’s a googolplex

Rotation of the earth like my spam subjects

Perplex the best, the wicked get no rest

Slide in my Chrysler, the blades will slice ya'

Mesh grill on the front just to entice ya'

IPod in the dash, Nerd Life supreme

Track, track, to the Spamtec audio stream

Still live my life like the perfect dream

There ain’t a soul that can touch me or my team, nah

District attorneys set out on journeys

And then I lead them on like «A Weekend at Bernie’s»

Feds on the scene, try collectin' my convos

See me on AIM talkin' to all the blonde hoes

Condos, coast to coast, wireless enabled

When they set to sniff I switch to cables

IPs bounce through multi nations

I keep confidential like doctor’s patients

It’s Nerd Life and it’s DG death

Representin' DG 'til my dying breath

I’m still a DG and I ain’t gonna stop

So don’t twist it up and make it something it’s not

From handguns to bandwith, I’m still kickin'

And I’ll fry your ass like a piece of chicken

I’m still a DG and I ain’t gonna stop

So don’t twist it up and make it something it’s not

From handguns to bandwith, I’m still kickin'

And I’ll fry your ass like a piece of chicken

Drive to the local coffee stop

Pull my laptop out and set up shop

$ 5 for the coffee, pay and swap

Card a couple Xbox to my drop

It’s a merry Christmas if you figure this

Both the naughty and nice are on my list

And if you notice somethin' missin', don’t get pissed

I pulled all your info from LexNexis

Those who cross me, cross with care

Because I won’t leave 'til your wallet’s bare

You can’t run from your Social, because I’ll be there

And I’ll get your next one, you don’t have a prayer

I swear, people baffle me

Who the fuck would even want to battle me?

Boy what a fuckin' day that’ll be

When their life disappears with their chattel, G

Don’t battle me, because we rich in numbers

Every day see a couple of fresh newcomers

Tryin' to make a name off of my demise

And I always hit them up with the YT surprise

It may not happen right away, 'cause I lay in the weeds

And I strike like a snake, whenever I please

And such is the life of most DGs

You don’t see it comin' 'til you’re on your knees

Beggin' and pleadin', «Please stop beefin'»

You don’t understand, we get mad and even

But it ain’t even fair, 'cause we leave them breathin'

Dealin' with a shitstorm of digital treason

Squeemin', screamin', so not reapin'

End up as a blip on my Sidekick beepin'

Every time they try to weasel out of my trap

I pull them right back, put their heads in my lap

A little stressful, but I’ve got enough cigs

And I got enough to proxies to shake the pigs

Carton after carton of these 72s

And I’m still pullin' hits out my Underoos

I still bruise, pack up DDoS a server

Sit back and act like a calm observer

Call all the shots from miles away

Sittin' in a Starbucks at the break of day

I don’t play, so act like you think you know

'Cause I’m a fuckin' DG, you’re a fuckin' bitch, bro

Yeah!