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Mr. Killer, I'm killin it by the second, the realest to 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 J.Cole, but them bitches like who dat?
To my roll a joint.
And I get head I.. flip a coin.
When i rip greats, shit faced how my dick taste? quick paid.

[Girl] I love you James!!

Its Saint the way I keep the green.
Its dirty in the south, I gotta it clean.
Now I'm motherfuckers!
into the peephole.
I vomit on the track, you 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 your down.
Cluster the way I gotta standout.
Man, I'm just flyer 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. I'm never taking on a seat.
It's in Miami cause I'm bringing out the Heat.

Now I'm with my snapback, act fast, stacks on my backpack, blackjack, swag can you match that?
Black hat the all-black DG's
like a Mac when you something like a PC.
I'm on TV, acting like Cool J
Too fresh, stuck up on your mind a toupee.
Mr. player, you at the ref.
And if you never heard of James then you been deaf.
I never ran now I run tracks.
Fun fact ya boy than a thumbtack.
It's coming and its sounding like a comeback.
It's first coming and its sounding a comeback.
Man, I just never a day off.
call me "the beAst" and I tell em take the "A" off.
Take word to the shoe print.
J to the K, you to the movement.