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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. James how you do
I ain't J.Cole, but them bitches 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 the way I keep the green.
Its dirty in the south, I keep it clean.
Now I'm motherfuckers!
into the peephole.
I vomit on the track, you call 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 the way I gotta standout.
Man, I'm just than a beehive.
Yes I'm the best even Stevie 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 cold in Miami cause I'm out the Heat.

Now I'm back with my snapback, act fast, stacks on my backpack, blackjack, can you match that?
Black hat the all-black DG's
Looking like a Mac when you something a PC.
I'm on TV, acting like Cool J
Too fresh, up on your mind like a toupee.
Mr. player, you at the ref.
And if you never heard of James then you been deaf.
I ran track 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 like a comeback.
Man, I just take a day off.
They me "the beAst" and I tell em take the "A" off.
Take over to the shoe print.
J to the K, you to the movement.