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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 drove all the way Detroit
Back seat full of
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 and applaud
I've come to kill Chris Brown and shock this crowd
'em dead in his seat
Blow his out of his tux
He the hell out his women
And still on his nuts
The fuckin message that is
Must have a endin
Posing at but he ain't safe from just pretendin
Mars on stage, cameras live TV
That bitch him but still
He's die to me
Big companies, executives VIPs watchin
cover up his head hookers
Big business
But the under ground don't approve
And so he flex he had his on top he fucked up
Make for the next
He stood up to applaud the show put on by Gaga
Blew a cyanide into his throat like "gotcha"!
He fell back dead, stuck smilin, eyes open as the went
thought he was just dazed happy from all the excitment
BUT I HIM!

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