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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. how you do that?
I ain't J.Cole, but them like who dat?
To my roll a joint.
And I get head like I.. a coin.
When i rip greats, shit faced dudes how my taste? quick paid.

omgosh 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!
Look the peephole.
I on the track, you could call me Stev-o.
I got green, my name be Ceelo.
I'm knocking down can you see me through the peepholeee?

I'm the man now put your hands 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 grind so it is aching out my teeth.
It's Mr. I'm never taking 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?
hat with the all-black DG's
Looking like a Mac you something like a PC.
I'm on your TV, acting Cool J
Too fresh, stuck up on your mind 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 than a thumbtack.
It's first coming and its sounding a comeback.
It's coming and its sounding like a comeback.
Man, I never take a day off.
They call me "the beAst" and I tell em the "A" off.
over word to the shoe print.
J to the K, you to the movement.