The top, the top
The top, the top top
The top, the top
The top, the top, the top
Shut up, shut up
Shut up, shut up
Shut up, shut up
Shut up, shut up
I'm about to, wasn't that fun?
Let's try something else, else, else, else
45 caliber killer, but outta the filla
Elevated show your brothas how you're not a gorilla
Smooth talking fully automatic weapon constiller
Taste thrilla, great filler
Hit him with the bounce stiller
Filthy stinking, standing on the side grounded
Still be sinking submerging in the parks
Still be linkin' plucked beats when it starts ta
Hope your thinking it's not a mirage
Im in a mother fucking tractor from outta garage
Well if you could duck but it's hard to dodge
In the back of that spine where my darts is large
Gone flippin' straight up ripping apart your squad
X-Ecutioner's style cuts and blends
Like a syringe banging you in each of your limbs
See me coming through your body hard
Without no body guard
Smoking something, stomping on each of your tims
I'm the B to the L the A to the C king
And when it comes to planning the thought, keeping thinking this
Shut up, shut up
Shut up, shut up
Shut up, shut up
Shut up, shut up

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