Little spider, something mystical

Bit my boy Pete, but he thinking it's typical

Didn't know that bug was genetical

Modified genes, yeah, it's getting critical

Got home, took his shirt off, feeling the spin

Head going dizzy, world caving in

Passed out cold, wound bubbling on his skin

Spider DNA rewriting from within

Woke up next day, reached for the specs

But his vision crystal, no more defects

Eight hundred degrees? Gone, what's next?

Looked in the mirror, Pete was perplexed

Used to be skinny, now he looking buff

Muscles on muscles, yeah, he looking tough

Life getting wild, but it ain't enough

Saw his crush outside catching it rough

Daddy screaming at her, she looking sad

Peter practicing words, trying not to look bad

But before he spoke, a sports car came and grabbed

Took her away, now my boy feeling mad

Missed the bus too, had to chase it down

Banging on the door, whole situation's wild now

Sticker on the bus stuck to his hand, he frown

Thought it was sweat, but something else going 'round

Lunchtime, cafeteria, Mary walked by

She slipped on a puddle, but Pete was too fly

Caught her in a second, food ain't even drop

Reflexes insane, time was on stop

First time this close, he was smiling like a fool

But she dating the bully, man, that ain't cool

Sat back down, feeling like a tool

Fork stuck to his palm, breaking every rule

Pulled it off his hand, saw some silky thread

Web shot from his wrist before he turned his head

Tried to pull it back, flung the tray instead

Hit the bully with it, now the whole room's dead

Peter started running, web exposed his arm

Bully coming for him, ready to do harm

But something new awakened like a charm

Time slowed down, he was calm in the storm

World moving slow-mo, he could see it all

Fly wings flapping, he could count 'em all

Bully threw a punch, hit the locker wall

Swung again and missed, Pete was standing tall

Felt 'em from behind, someone tried to creep

Jumped and spun 720, they was looking weak

Caught the bully's fist, didn't even speak

One punch sent him flying down the street

Too much attention, Pete was getting stressed

Ran out the school, put himself to test

Found an empty alley, had to decompress

Looked down at his palms, tiny spikes impressed

Put his hand against the brick, started climbing high

Jumping thirty meters like he's touching sky

Saw a crane ahead, thought he'd give it a try"Can I swing with webs?" gotta figure out why

Didn't know the gesture, tried a hundred ways

Hand signs and poses, took him through the day

One hour later, random move, it pays

Web shot out perfect, Pete was in a daze

Aimed it at the crane, locked on to his target

Shot the silk and grabbed it, now he really started