It's the hard little pistol-
packing punk dope smuggler
Lethal when I kill,
I go straight for the jugular
Back again to hit ya with the
junkyard funk
Shit gets out of hand,
I got a TEC in the trunk
Let's flip the ill shit, kid,
yo, he looped it
Hardcore,
straight to make you brothers act stupid
Now I'm on a rampage,
prepare for the slaughter
Lyrical monster busting nuts
in your daughter
Slaying competition is
the real beat digger
Hit you with a shovel,
now you're dead, nigga
Freaking the funk,
I be the ill funk freaker
With the diabolical sound coming through your
speaker (come on)
Bulletproof, ready for action, no fronting
Fully loaded TEC, chump,
ready to go hunting
So sleep and watch me let
off and catch wreck
"John Wayne couldn't even
stand the reign of the TEC"
Here I come up your block,
driving once
Smoking skunk, waiting for a fucking punk
To beef, so he can get
killed by the psycho thief
Retarded like Biz,
eating cats like Heath-
Cliff, light the spliff, crack the quart and
If I kill you first, nigga, be a good sport and
Die, don't give me no hassle
I snatch up your bitch,
take her to White Castle
Then crack her asshole,
so I could fuck her
Hit that doo doo brown,
then buck her
The crazy rapist smelling like
much vaginas
Carjacking punks,
pulling them out of their Pathfinders
It makes me want to scream,
but I just chill by the end of the week
How many punks must I kill?
I'm sicking up picnics,
I'm robbing on good so after dark
Stay the fuck out the woods
(you fucking punk)
When I pop the trunk,
hit the deck
"John Wayne couldn't even stand
the reign of the TEC"
Head for the hills before
you get wrecked
"John Wayne couldn't even
stand the reign of the TEC"
When I pop the trunk, hit the deck
"John Wayne couldn't even stand
the reign of the TEC"
Head for the hills before
you get wrecked
"John Wayne couldn't even
stand the reign of the TEC"
Come on, bro, don't give me that shit
Blast my nine to your spine,
take your money, then split
Outtie, now your ass is ghost to me
Beatnuts on the loose,
sticking Hindu grocery shops
So what's up, paps?
I shoot you with no problem,
I'm used to shooting cops
I'll let you go this time,
but next time you pop
That shit, your ass gettin' dropped
Yo, it's the gun- slinging
lunatic demons outta hell
Intoxicated punks letting off
bad smell
Beatnuts forever,
die hard motherfuckers
Low- key deadly, taking out all suckers
Before you even step
and try to play me, son
Bring heavy ammunition
so you don't have to run
Take heed,
this ain't something you should laugh to
Yo, I'll shoot your moms if I have to
When I pop the trunk, hit the deck
"John Wayne couldn't even stand
the reign of the TEC"
Head for the hills before
you get wrecked
"John Wayne couldn't even
stand the reign of the TEC"
When I pop the trunk,
hit the deck
"John Wayne couldn't even stand
the reign of the TEC"
Head for the hills before
you get wrecked
"John Wayne couldn't even
stand the reign of the TEC"
When I pop the trunk, hit the deck
"John Wayne couldn't even
stand the reign of the TEC"
The Beatnuts 
