Letra da Música X-ecutioner Style de Linkin Park

From the top...
Shut up, Shut up...
(When I'm talking to you)
Shut up...
I'm about to

Wasn't that fun
Let's try something else, else, else

Forty five caliber killa
But out of the filla
Dela ville show ya'll brothers
How you not a gorilla
Smooth talking
Fully automatic
Weapon concilla
Taste thriller
Break thriller
Let's hit em with the bounce filla
Filthy stinking
Standing on solid ground
And still be sinking
Submerging in the parks
Still be Linkin
Pluck beef when it starts
Hope you're thinking
It's not a mirage
I'm in a mother fucking tractor
From out of the garage
When or if you can duck
But it's hard to dodge
In the back of that spine
Where my dogs is lodge
Gonna flip it straight up
Ripping apart your squad
Xe cutioner style
The cuts and blends
Like a syringe
Banging you and each of your limbs
See me coming through your party
Hard
Without no bodyguard
Smoking something
Stomping on each of your 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...