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motherfucker!
Stay there.

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

I drove all the way from
Back seat 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 here to scream and
I've come to kill Chris Brown and shock this industry
Fuck 'em in his seat
Blow his out of his tux
He beat the hell out his
And they still on his
The fuckin that is sending
Must have a bloody
Posing at security but he ain't safe just pretendin
Bruno Mars on stage, cameras TV
That bitch him but still
gotta die to me
Big record companies, executives watchin
cover up his head hookers
Big applaulin
But the under below don't approve
And so he flex he had his on top he fucked up
Make room for the
He stood up to applaud the show put on by Lady
Blew a cyanide dart his throat like "gotcha"!
He back dead, stuck smilin, eyes open as the night went
They thought he was just happy from all the excitment
BUT I HIM!

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