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J:]
motherfucker!
Stay there.

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

I all the way from Detroit
seat full 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 ain't here to scream and
I've come to kill Chris Brown and this industry crowd
Fuck 'em dead in his
his guts out of his tux
He the hell out his women
And they on his nuts
The fuckin message is sending
Must have a bloody
at security but he ain't safe from just pretendin
Bruno Mars on stage, cameras TV
That forgive him but still
He's die to me
Big record companies, executives watchin
Probably up his head hookers
Big applaulin
But the ground below don't approve
And so he flex he had his chance on top he up
Make for the next
He stood up to applaud the show put on by Gaga
Blew a cyanide dart his throat like "gotcha"!
He fell dead, stuck smilin, eyes open as the night went
They thought he was just dazed from all the excitment
BUT I HIM!

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