X-Ecutioner Style (feat. Black Thought)

From the top [being scratched over and over] Shut up Shut up Shut up Shut up (when I'm talking to you) Shut up Shut up Shut up Shut up I'm about to... wasn't that fun, lets try something else Forty five caliber killa but outta the filla Dela villa gonna show y'all brothers how you not a gorilla Smooth talking fully automatic weapon concilla Taste thriller, break thriller, lets hit em' with the bounce filla Filthy stinkin' standin' on solid ground Still be sinkin' submerging and the parks Still be Linkin' pluck beef when its starts, fuck what your thinking, its not a mirage I'm in a mother fuckin' tractor from out of the garage With an if through the duck, but its hard to dodge In the back of that spine where my dogs' lie Gonna flip it straight up rippin' apart ya squad X to the excutioner style, cuts and blends Like a syringe hangin' you from each of ya limbs See me comin' through ya party hard Without no bodyguard Smoking something stompin on each of ya Tims I'm the be to the L the A the see king And when it come to planning the thought to keep thinking man [Repeat: x8] Shut up