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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 level? a joint.
And I get head I.. flip a coin.
When i rip greats, shit faced dudes how my dick quick paid.

[Girl] omgosh I 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 call me Stev-o.
I got green, my should be Ceelo.
I'm knocking doors can you see me through the peepholeee?

I'm the man now put your hands down.
Cluster phobia the way I standout.
Man, I'm just 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 hard it is 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 all-black
Looking like a Mac when you something a PC.
I'm on TV, acting 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 you must've been deaf.
I ran track now I run tracks.
Fun fact ya boy sharper a thumbtack.
It's first coming and its like a comeback.
It's coming and its sounding like 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.