X-Ecutioner Style

From the top, from the top

From the top, from the top

From the top, from the top

From the top, 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...



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






Forty-five caliber killer, but out of the Phila-

-dela thriller show you brothers how you not a guerilla

Smooth talkin', fully automatic weapon concealer

Taste thriller, great fillers, hit 'em with the bounce filler



Filthy stinkin', standin' on solid ground and still be sinkin'

Submergin' in the Parks and still be Linkin

Pluck beef when it starts, but fuck your thinkin'

It's not a mirage



I rip the motherfuckin' track up from out the garage

Where I'm hip to the duck, but it's hard to dodge

In the back of that spine where my darts is lodged

Thought flippin' straight up, rippin' apart your squad



X-Ecutioner style, that cuts and blends

Like a syringe, we bangin' you in each of your limbs

See me comin' through your party hard, without no bodyguard

Smokin' somethin', stompin' on each of your Timbs



I'm the B to the L, the A, the C-King (uh huh..)

And when it comes to plannin' the Thought, keep thinkin' that






Shut up!

Shut up!

Shut up!

Shut up!



Shut up!

Shut up!

Shut up!

Shut up!