From the top [being scratched over and over]
  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...
  Wasnt that fun, lets try something else
  Forty five caliber killa but outta the filla
  Dela villa gonna show yall brothers how you not a gorilla
  Smooth talking fully automatic weapon concilla
  Taste thriller, break thriller, lets hit em' with the bounce filla
  Filthy stinkin standin on solid ground
  Still be sinkin submerging and the parks
  Still be Linkin pluck beef when its starts, fuck what your thinking, its not a mirage
  Im in a mother fuckin tractor from out of the garage
  With an if through the duck, but its hard to dodge
  In the back of that spine where my dogs' lie
  Gonna flip it straight up rippin apart ya squad
  X to the ecutioner style, cuts and blends
  Like a syringe hangin you from each of ya limbs
  See me comin through ya party hard
  Without no bodyguard
  Smoking something stompin on each of ya Tims
  Im the B to the L the A the C king
  And when it come to planning the thought to keep thinking man
  Shut up [x8]