X-ecutioner Style Lyrics

Shut up, shut up Shut up, shut up Shut up, shut up Shut up, shut up
I'm about to Wasn't that fun? Let's try something else
45 caliber killer without of the filla Elevated Show, your brotha's how you're not a gorilla Smooth talking, fully automatic weapon constiller Taste thrilla, great filler, hit him with the bounce stiller
Filthy stinking, standing on the side grounded Still be sinking submerging in the parks Still be linking plucked beats when it starts Hope your thinking, it's not a mirage
I'm living up off tracks from out of the garage Well, if you could duck but it's hard to dodge In the back of that spine where my darkness lies Flipping straight up, ripping apart your squad
X-Ecutioner's style cuts and blends Like a syringe banging you in each of your limbs See me coming through your party hard Without no bodyguard
Smoking something, stomping on each of your toes I'm the B to the L to the A to the C King And when it comes to planning the thought Keeping thinking this
Shut up, shut up Shut up, shut up Shut up, shut up Shut up, shut up