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Mr. Killer, I'm killin it by the second, the realest to do it, my lyrics is off the limits.
Its, the lyricist, vigorous, still the vividest, visionist,

God magnificent!!!!!

Hi, Mr. how you do that?
I ain't J.Cole, but them bitches who dat?
To my level? a joint.
And I get head like I.. a coin.
When i rip greats, shit faced dudes how my dick quick paid.

[Girl] I love you James!!

Its Saint Patrick's the way I the green.
Its in the south, I gotta keep it clean.
Now I'm motherfuckers!
Look the peephole.
I vomit on the track, you call me Stev-o.
I got green, my should be Ceelo.
I'm knocking doors down can you see me through the

I'm the man now put your hands down.
Cluster phobia the way I standout.
Man, I'm flyer than a beehive.
Yes I'm the best even Stevie see why.
Can't you see it? I'm on the lead.
I grind so it is aching out my teeth.
It's Mr. Standout I'm taking on a seat.
cold in Miami cause I'm bringing out the Heat.

Now I'm back with my snapback, act fast, stacks on my backpack, blackjack, swag can you match
Black hat with the DG's
Looking like a Mac when you something a PC.
I'm on your TV, acting Cool J
Too fresh, stuck up on your like a toupee.
Mr. player, you at the ref.
And if you never heard of James then you been deaf.
I ran track now I run tracks.
Fun fact ya boy sharper a thumbtack.
It's first coming and its sounding a comeback.
It's first coming and its like a comeback.
Man, I just take a day off.
They me "the beAst" and I tell em take the "A" off.
over word to the shoe print.
J to the K, you to the movement.