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motherfucker!
Stay there.

[Chris
I just wanna personal and foremost all the fans
For me from day one.
My label,God, sisters, family members.
everybody I see it

I drove all the way Detroit
Back seat of weapons
If I'd got over they'd be dead in seconds
a hitch, I arrive on the 405
The Staples
is the grammys...live
Don't got no
But I here to scream and applaud
I've come to kill Chris Brown and shock this industry
Fuck 'em dead in his
his guts out of his tux
He beat the out his women
And still on his nuts
The fuckin message is sending
Must a bloody endin
Posing at security but he ain't safe from pretendin
Mars on stage, cameras live TV
That bitch forgive him but
gotta die to me
Big record companies, executives watchin
Probably cover up his head
Big business
But the ground below don't approve
And so he flex he had his on top he fucked up
room for the next
He stood up to applaud the put on by Lady Gaga
a cyanide dart into his throat like "gotcha"!
He fell dead, stuck 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 piggy has to have
it can fly