X-Ecutioner Style

.45 caliber killer but out of the filler

De la Ville gonna show y'all brothers how you not a guerrilla

Smooth talking, fully automatic weapon concealer

Taste thriller, break thrillers, hit him with the bounce filler

Filthy stinking, standing on solid ground

And still be sinking, submerging in the parks that still be LINKIN

Block beef when it starts, **** you thinking?

It's not a mirage, I'm in a **** tractor from out the garage

With a if you could duck, but it's hard to dodge

In the back of that spine where my darts is lodged

Gonna flip it straight up ripping apart your squad

X-Ecutioner style, the cuts and blends

Like a syringe hanging you from each of your limbs

See me coming through your party hard

Without no bodyguard

Smoking something, stomping on each of your Timbs

I'm the B to the L, the A to C King

And when it come to planning, the thought the key thing, man