Wasn't that fun, let's 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, let's 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 it starts, fuck what your thinking, it's not a mirage
Im in a mother fucking tractor from out of the garage
With an if through the duck, but it's 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
Shut up
Shut up
Shut up
Shut up
Shut up
Shut up
Shut up