I Ain't Dead Yet, #*%$#@!!
And now, a piece from God Himself for Mr. Pryor, as he would have wanted it...
Richard Franklin Lenox Thomas Pryor, the greatest motherfucker of them all, fuckin keeled over yesterday. God-damned heart fuckin pissed over on him again--son of a bitch couldn't handle it. God-Damn.
I mean, everybody knew it was gonna happen...the boy fucked up his life. Started on the drinks and the drugs--wasn't even good at it, blew his own god-damned ass up doing it. Fuck.
But he was funny. God-damn. That son of a bitch told jokes so good it'd make your dick hard.
Okay. Sure, he fucked up, got fucked up, and fuckin died fucked up, but god-damn could he make a sad motherfucker smile.
The point is, he was one funny motherfucker, and all these assholes left alive and breathin are gonna miss him. Fuck, they've already started. Hell, that's probably his childhood fuckin dream, to die and not be in a fuckin electric chair, you know what I mean?
And, you know, not to get all fuckin philosophical or anything, but that shit was so funny it'd make us all want to go spread that fuckin sunshine on our face, like he said. You know, cause that's the way he wanted the shit to go down. I fuckin love you, my man. Yeah.
Richard Franklin Lenox Thomas Pryor, the greatest motherfucker of them all, fuckin keeled over yesterday. God-damned heart fuckin pissed over on him again--son of a bitch couldn't handle it. God-Damn.
I mean, everybody knew it was gonna happen...the boy fucked up his life. Started on the drinks and the drugs--wasn't even good at it, blew his own god-damned ass up doing it. Fuck.
But he was funny. God-damn. That son of a bitch told jokes so good it'd make your dick hard.
Okay. Sure, he fucked up, got fucked up, and fuckin died fucked up, but god-damn could he make a sad motherfucker smile.
The point is, he was one funny motherfucker, and all these assholes left alive and breathin are gonna miss him. Fuck, they've already started. Hell, that's probably his childhood fuckin dream, to die and not be in a fuckin electric chair, you know what I mean?
And, you know, not to get all fuckin philosophical or anything, but that shit was so funny it'd make us all want to go spread that fuckin sunshine on our face, like he said. You know, cause that's the way he wanted the shit to go down. I fuckin love you, my man. Yeah.
December 1, 1940 - December 10, 2005...God-damn.
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