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Mr. Killer, I'm killin it by the second, the 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 roll a joint.
And I get like I.. flip a coin.
When i rip greats, shit faced dudes how my dick quick paid.

[Girl] I love you James!!

Its Saint Patrick's the way I 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 name be Ceelo.
I'm knocking doors down can you see me through the

I'm the man now dudes put hands down.
Cluster the way I gotta standout.
Man, I'm just than a beehive.
Yes I'm the best even 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. Standout I'm never on a seat.
It's cold in cause I'm bringing out the Heat.

Now I'm with my snapback, act fast, stacks on my backpack, blackjack, swag can you match that?
hat with the all-black DG's
Looking like a Mac when you 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 and its sounding like a comeback.
first coming and its sounding like a comeback.
Man, I just take a day off.
They call me "the beAst" and I tell em the "A" off.
Take word to the shoe print.
J to the K, you to the movement.