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the beatnuts - reign of the tec lyrics

[juju]
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
sh-t gets out of hand, i got a tec in the trunk
let’s flip the ill sh-t 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 compet-tion is the real beat digger
(clank) hit you with a shovel now you’re dead, n-gg-
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” (repeat 2x)

[fashion/al tariq]
here i come up your block, driving once
smoking skunk, waiting for a f-cking punk
to beef, so he can get killed by the psycho thief
retarted like biz, eating cats like heath-
cliff, light the spliff, crack the quart and
if i kill you first n-gg-, be a good sport and
die, don’t give me no h-ssle
i sn-tch up your b-tch, take her to white castle
to crack her -sshole, so i could f-ck her
that doo doo brown dem bucker
the crazy rapist smelling like much v-g-n-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 f-ck out the woods (you f-cking punk!)

[psycho les]
come on girl, don’t give me that sh-t
blast my nine to your spine, take your money then split
outtie, now your -ss 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 sh-t, your -ss gets dropped

[juju]
yo, it’s the gun-slinging lunitic demon that’ll h-ll
intoxicated punks letting off bad smell
beatnuts forever, die hard motherf-ckers
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

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