LHW Barracuda - KILLING.SPREE

Lil P on the track, bringing aggresion
Rock you with my fists, I don't need no Smith & Wesson
Lesson, wearing expensive shit don't make you rich
Burden me, motherfucker, Imma gift you a stich
I'm on a killing spree, motherfucker there's no stopping
Feeling like Lil Purrp, because on this beat I'm popping
Dropping all that heat, everyday I just repeat
I ain't gonna stop, till someone puts an end to me
I'm on a murder streak, don't even talk to me
This shit is meant to be, don't try to fight
Violent temptations, I don't have no patience
Uppercuting crackas, 'cause they irritating
I'm going and going and going to stop
When y'all hand me the crown and the recognition
P on the track blowing out yo bitch back
Call me Eminem man, 'cause I launch rap attacks
Motherfuckers on my dick saying some shit I don't care about
Bitches hitting my phone up in an attempt to make me shout
Lazy flow but I'm still a fire ass cracka in the booth
I could fight any internet typer without losing a tooth
Compromising your integrity to keep yourself alive
You wasn't paying attention so your career took a dive
Let the barracuda take over your spot and your wife
If not then Imma beat you with a crowbar till it's all alright
Or a baseball bat, or a gat, there are options
You wanna suffer, or die more hurtless?
Either way it's night-night for you my fuckin' friend
Your neck should I twist or your arm should I bend?

Written by:
Paul Birzu

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