Linkin Park Lyrics

Album: Reanimation

X-Ecutioner Style Lyrics

(feat. Black Thought)

 From the top

 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 br—

 Wasn’t that fun?

 Let’s try something else

 

 Forty-five caliber killa

 but out of the philla-dela-realla

 show yall brothas how you not a guerilla

 Smooth talking, fully automatic weapon concealer

 Taste thriller, break thriller

 Let’s hit ’em with the bounce filler

 Filthy stinking, standing on solid ground

 And still be sinking, submerging in the parks

 Still be linking, plucked beef when it starts

 To fuck your thinking, it’s not a mirage

 I’m in the motherfucking tractor, yo, from out the garage

 With an if, you to duck, but it’s hard to dodge

 In the back of the spine where my dawgs, they lie

 Going to flip it straight up, ripping apart your squad

 X-ecutioner style, cuts and blends like a syringe

 Hanging you from each of your limbs

 See me coming through the party hard without no bodyguard

 Smoking something, stomping on each of you Tims

 I’m the B-to-the-L, the A, the C, K

 And when it comes to planning

 The thought to keep thinking, man

 

 Shut up

 Shut up

 Shut up

 Shut up

 Shut up

 Shut up

 Shut up

 Shut up