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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 real lyricist, vigorous, the vividest, visionist,

God magnificent!!!!!

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

omgosh I love you James!!

Its Patrick's 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 could me Stev-o.
I got green, my should be Ceelo.
I'm knocking doors can you see me through the peepholeee?

I'm the man now put your hands down.
Cluster the way I gotta standout.
Man, I'm just flyer a beehive.
Yes I'm the best even Stevie see why.
you see it? I'm taking on the lead.
I grind so hard it is out my teeth.
It's Mr. Standout I'm never on a seat.
cold in Miami cause I'm bringing out the Heat.

Now I'm back with my snapback, act fast, stacks on my backpack, blackjack, swag can you match
Black hat the all-black DG's
like a Mac when you something like a PC.
I'm on your TV, acting 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 must've deaf.
I never ran now I run tracks.
Fun ya boy sharper than a thumbtack.
It's first coming and its sounding a comeback.
It's first coming and its sounding a comeback.
Man, I just never a day off.
They me "the beAst" and I tell em take the "A" off.
over word to the shoe print.
J to the K, you to the movement.