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Mr. Killer, I'm killin it by the second, the 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 them bitches like who
To my level? a joint.
And I get like I.. flip a coin.
When i rip greats, faced dudes how my dick taste? quick paid.

omgosh 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 could me Stev-o.
I got green, my should be Ceelo.
I'm knocking doors down can you see me the peepholeee?

I'm the man now dudes put your down.
Cluster phobia the way I standout.
Man, I'm flyer than a beehive.
Yes I'm the even Stevie 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 never on a seat.
It's cold in 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 you something like a PC.
I'm on your TV, like Cool J
Too fresh, stuck up on mind like a toupee.
Mr. player, you at the ref.
And if you never heard of James then you must've deaf.
I never ran now I run tracks.
Fun fact ya boy than a thumbtack.
It's first coming and its like a comeback.
It's first coming and its sounding a comeback.
Man, I just take a day off.
They call me "the beAst" and I tell em the "A" off.
Take over to the shoe print.
J to the K, you to the movement.