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J:]
motherfucker!
Stay there.

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

I drove all the way Detroit
Back seat full of
If I'd got pulled over they'd be in seconds
a hitch, I arrive on the 405
The Center
is the grammys...live
Don't got no
But I here to scream and applaud
I've come to kill Chris Brown and this industry crowd
Fuck 'em dead in his
his guts out of his tux
He beat the hell out his
And still on his nuts
The message that is sending
Must a bloody endin
Posing at security but he ain't safe from just
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 applaulin
But the under ground don't approve
And so he flex he had his chance on top he up
room for the next
He stood up to the show put on by Lady Gaga
a cyanide dart into his throat like "gotcha"!
He fell dead, stuck smilin, eyes open as the night went
They thought he was just dazed happy all the excitment
BUT I HIM!

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