Black Thought - X-Ecutioner Style lyrics

{*scratched: "From the top.." 6-8X*} {*scratched: "Shut up!" 8X*} "I'm about to.." {*scratched: "Wasn't that fun? Let's try something else.."*} [Black Thought] Forty-five caliber k**er, but out of the Phila- -dela thriller show you brothers how you not a guerilla Smooth talkin, fully automatic weapon concealer Taste thriller, great filler, hit 'em with the Godzilla Filthy stinkin, standin on solid ground and still be sinkin Submergin in the Parks and still be Linkin Pluck beef when it starts, but {f**} your thinkin It's not a mirage I rip the {motherf**in} 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 {*scratched: "Shut up!" 8X*}