歌词：Beatnuts. Reign of the Tec.

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