Creepn!

We gotta ask
Why is this guy doing that stuff to the people you know?
He's a fucking villain, i know
But why?
I gotta ask he's fucking creeping this whole society you know?
What could i do to change that?
Call me the illest chillest realest on demeanor
The real villain is creepin
Is really crawling in the whole beatin
Getting the steps of these motherfuckers that chill in the real trill
That's the real ask about me
I'm just giving the hope to the society
Until they grow into a party
Call the new diddy party
Joinin the group of freaks in this watchin
They be oiling the baby where's my justice at all?
And it's not my fault
I'm just listening to the rappers that ease the foul
Generic type shit throw in the wall
They say about cars and bitches, say wow!
Most of them don't know how to draw
Ask about my lyrics i'm no tall
Just trying to be different where's the justice at all?
The people still ask about my murders
Everybody just think about motive
Blood spilling in the murders of the justice
Now y'all ask about my purpose
Well, you gotta unmask that cuh
You gotta split my mask in 3 stuff
Start smoking a new blunt
Cause i'm the master in my skill bluff
The killer L.B. has dissapeared from the city
Some people even say that he's dead by one unknown hero
I mean, that's some great news huh?
We're finishing the news today
They say that L.B. is dead
Back from the step
Living in hell
Running from the police
Where the hell is the tap
Just wearing a mask
Never joining the stack
Where's the match of the lack
He's so much powerful
The mindset is flawless
The pest is crawling
He's just creeping in the streets
Wheres john crawford in this trend?
Cause he's back to this damn relent
Back to back in the game
Now everybody scream with me!
L.B. IS DEAD
L.B. IS DEAD
L.B. IS DEAD
L.B. IS DEAD
L.B. IS DEAD
L.B. IS DEAD
Damn
Am I really dead?