X-Ecutioner Style

Black Thought

From the top 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

Shut up