Linkin Park, Black Thought - X-Ecutioner Style lyrics

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

Forty-five 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 motherfuckin' 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!