eulogy by Richard Pryor
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We are gathered here today, On this sorrowful occasion, To say goodbye to the
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dearly departed, In other words the nigga dead. Whether or not you can survive
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death, thats the ultimate test for your ass ain't it. So far don't nobody we
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know has passed the ultimate test. Least of all this nigga layin here. Cuz this
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boy wasn't shit, I'm gonna tell you that right off. I say him kickin his moma's
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ass over ther on 47th street. And if you think we gonna ban you with those
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diamonds and shit on you got another thing comin. I'd like to introduce the
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boys woman, Oh bitch I dunno what she was. she's layin over ther in the booth.
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Say girl. What you doin? Well dont sell your pussy in here. If you do I wanna
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cut. shit. Yo fault the nigga dead.
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The Eulogy
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Esham |