Lyrics
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"
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"
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)