Linkin Park - X-ecutioner Style

(feat. X-Ecutioners, Black Thought of The Roots)

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...

Wasnt that fun, lets try something else

Forty five caliber killa but outta the filla

Dela villa gonna show yall 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

Im 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 ecutioner 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

Im the B to the L the A the C king

And when it come to planning the thought to keep thinking man

Shut up [x8]