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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 lyricist, vigorous, still the vividest, visionist,

God magnificent!!!!!

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

[Girl] omgosh I 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 can you see me through the peepholeee?

I'm the man now dudes put your down.
Cluster phobia the way I 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.
Mr. Standout 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, on my backpack, blackjack, swag can you match that?
Black hat with the all-black
Looking like a Mac you something like a PC.
I'm on your TV, like Cool J
Too fresh, up on your mind 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 than a thumbtack.
It's coming and its sounding like a comeback.
first coming and its sounding like 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.