X-Ecutioner Style

From the top
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I'm about to...

Wasn't that fun, lets try something else, 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
X-ecutioner 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

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