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That’s the truth, you can’t hide Brown fuck you
You know my name, I know you scared of me bro 
Chris, I’m challenging you for a battle with me

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Why the fuck you always laugh when I'm hopeless

Small talk of our lives
Wander off might intertwine
Lost cause so why try
You the dark I live by

anything done

You know, Chris Rock called my album
My Beautiful Dark Twisted Fantasy…well
Chris Rock and everyone else at every single
Media publication

there by the name of William Brown.
I served my master faithfully for seven long years or more
Till I shipped aboard The Ocean Queen belonging to Tramore.

why'all know why'all heard of him
Niggaz can not serve him, not see him when he floatin' by, windows be dark tinted
Stop playing thinking you touch him,

with that Chris Brown
"Don't give me shit!" Niggas
In the streets say
"Kill them all!" Bitch, you know we got guns
Like the Pentagon i'm just eating

to do'

Well I'm curious by nature
It's clear that Paul's a stranger to Chris
And that day was the 15th
The PS said to meet at The Pits
A quiet spot 
Where

of a flame
The glory of a rainbow
I put 'em all to shame

No quiet browns and grays
I'll take my days instead
And fill them 'til they overflow
With rose

cover her feet 'cause I cum in her socks
She ask for my name, I said "Bitch, I'm the rock"
I go Chris Brown on a bitch, uh
Sean Penn on a bitch, uh
Mark

Knicks (Remix)

Madlib

Piñata

2014

to Michael Brown and mothafuck the police, bitch

I guess I got it sellin' nickel bags
I got it sellin' nickel bags
Real killer, drug dealer
I got it sellin'

Got those big brown eyes
She a 10 and a little shy
Another morning yet another cry
One more chance just another lie
Runnin through the dark just

like Chris Brown

Hey

Music is a time machine 

If you know, you know

Hey

Margaritas 

Mamacitas

Hey

I been in the Dark Aether and I beat it

Hey

it spin
I'm from the city where they
Sold out the residents
Larenz Tate
Face paint
Dead presidents
James Brown
Arsenio in the trunk
Jimi wit the semi

Poetic on wax
Relax
Just let it spin
I'm from the city where they
Sold out the residents
Larenz Tate
Face paint
Dead presidents
James Brown
Arsenio in

Uppercut a nigga in the chin so he know what's up
Take a bitch down Chris brown if she down to fuck
Ring around the rosie dizzy need another cup
Patek

it 
My niggas always gunning 
Came in here with nothing 
Chris brown 
Watch us run it

I been grinding grinding grinding
I can't wait to get it later

not gang gang
But I swear to god my brother let it bang bang
Call the glizzy Chris Brown, let that thang sang
Free them brothers that be still up in

do I entertain y'all with my disrespect?
Respectfully (Great John on the beat, by the way)

Lil Nas X gon' catch AIDS and die like Eazy-E (he is)

I'm a thousand miles from home, standin' between my toes
Why I'm here without you, nobody knows
I keep thinkin' about your dark brown eyes
The day

hemisphere!

Skimbleshanks the Railway cat, the cat of the railway train
You might say that by and large it was me who was in charge
Of the Sleeping Car Express

(Gangster shit) yo what's good people
This your boy Chris Brown right now
And I'm chilling with my main man KJ

I got the red bitch, got swag like

moving so crazy
Trynna tackle me, like are you crazy
Why these guys thinking I'm easy
I'll punch them up, Chris Brown Chris breezy
I'm on the charts like

cooling in the Rockies, yeah we own these mountains too 

Wisemen once stayed quiet 
But who said I was wise?
I dish out good ass music, I just do it by

Oh, by the way, got a tip for J cole
Just shut your cake hole
Oh, hey Dolan Dark, these aren't memes
They're stolen art
You need to see a doctor,