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