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