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Aug 2016
I see how they starin, mean muggin like im Carin
Rollin in the cars that there parents gave em bumpin ****** music an callin it rap tryin act hard
thinkin that cuz I walk around town dressed different that they got the upper hand
But who wanna fight?...  anywhere and all the time?
Oh yea its that white guy came from the lame j-town talkin bout how how hes in a gang.
does drugs doesn't give a **** but what was his name? Oh Dennis drain
So you talkin bout the white guy who can really fight loves that **** so much he wakes up  every time he's in runnin distance. And while you ******* pullin 9s he's runnin up killin wit bare hands
dennis drain
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dennis drain  Bellevue idaho
(Bellevue idaho)   
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