Reign Of The Tec Lyrics - Beatnuts

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 

Clank, 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 

Bulletproof ready for action, no fronting 

Fully loaded Tec loaded, 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 

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 

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 

To crack her asshole so I could fuck her 

That doo doo brown dem bucker 

The crazy rapist smelling like much vagina's 

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 

John Wayne couldn't even stand the reign of the Tec 

Come on, girl, 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 mix thinking Hindu grocery shops 

So what's up, hops? 

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 gets dropped 

Yo, it's the gun-slinging lunitic demon that'll 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 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 

John Wayne couldn't even stand the reign of the Tec