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motherfucker!
Stay there.

[Chris
I just wanna 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 from
Back full of weapons
If I'd got pulled over they'd be in seconds
a hitch, I arrive on the 405
The Staples
is the grammys...live
Don't got no
But I ain't here to scream and
I've come to kill Chris Brown and shock this crowd
'em dead in his seat
Blow his out of his tux
He the hell out his women
And they still on his
The fuckin message is sending
Must a bloody endin
at security but he ain't safe from just pretendin
Bruno on stage, cameras live TV
That bitch him but still
gotta die to me
Big record companies, executives VIPs
Probably cover up his head
Big business
But the under below don't approve
And so he he had his chance on top he fucked up
Make room for the
He stood up to applaud the show put on by Lady
Blew a cyanide dart into his like "gotcha"!
He fell back dead, smilin, eyes open as the night went
They he was just dazed happy from all the excitment
BUT I HIM!

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