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| I'm Nathan Lucier I'm a fuckin' theif | |
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| You know what fuckin' indians like you go to hell | |
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| Not Me! I'm cool, i'm failing every class at school and every thing i take is general! and my best friend is my brother and i copy clayton with shortys skateboards | |
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| You will see what happins my fag indian friend... | |
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A few years later Nathan stole Off uv some drugy and the drugy just so happind to have a gun, He was shot and bled to death.
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| Bend over and pull down 'em pants my burnt fagget friend! | |
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