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J:]
motherfucker!
Stay there.

Brown:]
I wanna thank personal and foremost all the fans
For supporting me day one.
My label,God, brothers sisters, members.
everybody 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 to scream and applaud
I've come to kill Chris Brown and shock this industry
Fuck 'em in his seat
Blow his out of his tux
He the hell out his women
And they on his nuts
The message that is sending
have a bloody endin
Posing at security but he ain't safe just pretendin
Bruno on stage, cameras live TV
That bitch forgive him but
gotta die to me
Big record companies, VIPs watchin
cover up his head hookers
Big business
But the under ground below don't
And so he flex he had his chance on top he up
Make for the next
He stood up to applaud the show put on by Gaga
Blew a cyanide dart his throat like "gotcha"!
He fell back dead, stuck smilin, eyes open as the went
They thought he was just dazed happy from all the
BUT I HIM!

J]
What If I him?
[Shaggy 2
A has to have wings
it can fly