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J:]
motherfucker!
Stay there.

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

I all the way from Detroit
Back seat of weapons
If I'd got pulled over be dead in seconds
Without a hitch, I on the 405
The Staples
is the grammys...live
Don't got no
But I ain't here to scream and
come to kill Chris Brown and shock this industry crowd
Fuck 'em in his seat
Blow his out of his tux
He beat the out his women
And they on his nuts
The fuckin message is sending
Must a bloody endin
Posing at security but he ain't 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 hookers
Big applaulin
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, stuck smilin, eyes open as the went
They thought he was just dazed happy all the excitment
BUT I HIM!

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