Linkin Park and Black Thought - X-Ecutioner Style

Shut up
Shut up
Shut up
Shut up
Shut up
Shut up
Shut up
Shut up

I'm about to
Wasn't that fun, let's try something else, else, else, 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 Godzilla
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 it's 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
Shut up
Shut up
Shut up
Shut up
Shut up
Shut up
Shut up

Written by:
Brad Delson, Chester Charles Bennington, Dave Farrell, Joseph Hahn, Mark Wakefield, Mike Shinoda, Robert G. Bourdon

Publisher:
Lyrics © Universal Music Publishing Group

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