作词 : Evil
Yeah, I'm in the dark on these niggas... 
Okay [Verse 1] 
Maybe they don't know 
I'ma, O.E 
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 stripes(?) 
They call me 
Randy Johnson, hundred and twenty miles an hour ...(?) 
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 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 [Chorus] 
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 (Here comes the Spiderman...) [Verse 2] 
I'm like (?) 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 the ...(?) 
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 busted browns(?), 
I clutch the pounds 
And if you **** 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 ...(?) 
From two hundred and yards away 
I make ya head bleed steadily [Chorus] [Verse 3] 
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, **** 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 **** it, you 'bout to die today 
Got a chopper in the hideaway, don't make me use it 
Off a half pipe(?) 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' cuz it juice me 
I got episodes and episodes like 
Ricky and 
Lucy Drama shit, dead momma shit, don't give a **** 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 this [Chorus x2]