Letra de X-Ecutioner Style (Ft. Black Thought) - Linkin Park

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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
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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

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