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

God magnificent!!!!!

Hi, Mr. how you do that?
I ain't J.Cole, but them like who dat?
To my roll a joint.
And I get head I.. flip 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!
into 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.
phobia the way I gotta standout.
Man, I'm flyer than a beehive.
Yes I'm the best even Stevie see why.
you see it? I'm taking on the lead.
I so hard it is aching out my teeth.
Mr. Standout I'm never taking on a seat.
It's in Miami cause I'm bringing out the Heat.

Now I'm back with my snapback, act fast, on my backpack, blackjack, swag can you match that?
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 you must've been deaf.
I ran track now I run tracks.
Fun fact ya boy sharper a thumbtack.
first coming and its sounding like a comeback.
It's coming and its sounding like a comeback.
Man, I never take a day off.
call me "the beAst" and I tell em take the "A" off.
Take over word to the print.
J to the K, you to the movement.