X-Ecutioner Style Songtext / Lyric

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 hmen