ft. 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
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 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
I'm 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]