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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. James how you do
I ain't J.Cole, but bitches like who dat?
To my roll a joint.
And I get head like I.. a coin.
When i rip greats, shit faced how my dick taste? quick paid.

[Girl] I love you James!!

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

I'm the man now dudes put hands down.
Cluster phobia the way I standout.
Man, I'm just than a beehive.
Yes I'm the best even can't 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.
It's cold in Miami 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 the all-black DG's
Looking like a Mac when you something a PC.
I'm on your TV, acting like J
Too fresh, stuck up on your mind a toupee.
Mr. player, you at the ref.
And if you heard of James then you must've been deaf.
I never ran now I run tracks.
Fun ya boy sharper than a thumbtack.
It's first coming and its like a comeback.
It's first coming and its like a comeback.
Man, I never take a day off.
They call me "the beAst" and I em take the "A" off.
over word to the shoe print.
J to the K, you to the movement.