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{*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 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 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 {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

{*scratched: "Shut up!" 8X*}

Linkin Park и Black Thought - X-Ecutioner Style – текст

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