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J:]
motherfucker!
Stay there.

Brown:]
I wanna thank personal and foremost all the fans
For me from day one.
My label,God, brothers sisters, members.
Definitely I see it

I drove all the way Detroit
Back full of weapons
If I'd got over they'd be dead in seconds
a hitch, I arrive on the 405
The Center
is the grammys...live
Don't got no
But I ain't here to and applaud
I've come to kill Chris and shock this industry crowd
'em dead in his seat
Blow his out of his tux
He the hell out his women
And they on his nuts
The fuckin message is sending
Must a bloody endin
Posing at security but he ain't safe from just
Mars on stage, cameras live TV
That bitch him but still
He's die to me
Big record companies, VIPs watchin
cover up his head hookers
Big applaulin
But the ground below don't approve
And so he flex he had his chance on top he up
Make room for the
He stood up to applaud the show put on by Gaga
Blew a cyanide dart his throat like "gotcha"!
He fell back dead, smilin, eyes open as the night went
thought he was just dazed happy from all the excitment
BUT I HIM!

J]
What If I killed
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A has to have wings
it can fly