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

[Girl] I love you James!!

Its Saint the way I keep 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 through the

I'm the man now dudes put your down.
phobia the way I gotta 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 so hard 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 that?
Black hat with the DG's
Looking a Mac when you something like a PC.
I'm on your TV, acting Cool J
Too fresh, stuck up on your like a toupee.
Mr. player, you at the ref.
And if you heard of James then you must've been deaf.
I never ran now I run tracks.
Fun fact ya boy sharper a thumbtack.
It's first coming and its sounding a comeback.
It's first coming and its sounding a comeback.
Man, I never take 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.