X-Ecutioner Style Songtext
von Linkin Park

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

'45 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 motherf- 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!