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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 lyricist, vigorous, still the vividest, visionist,

God magnificent!!!!!

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

omgosh I love you James!!

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

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 Stevie can't see why.
you see it? I'm taking on the lead.
I grind so hard it is 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, 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, like Cool J
Too fresh, stuck up on your like a toupee.
Mr. player, you at the ref.
And if you never heard of then you must've been deaf.
I never ran now I run tracks.
Fun fact ya boy sharper a thumbtack.
first coming and its sounding like a comeback.
It's first coming and its sounding a comeback.
Man, I just never a day off.
They call me "the beAst" and I em take the "A" off.
Take word to the shoe print.
J to the K, you to the movement.