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LAST WORDS BY "SLICK" (or a selfI sung eulogy) Now, when I I die, dont you bury me On no lone prairie; And dont put me in no plain pine box (cause I left plenty cold cash!) ; And throw my cold butt in the deep blue sea. Whatever you do, dont plant me I in no six feet of dirt; Just mash me, mash me, except for my· dick, Which I want wrapped in a white I woman's skirt. I dont want no preacher I man a-preaching Over me-cause I know where I am going. I dont want no tears, no flowers, No standing around and waiting I up I all hours. Just get a golden trumpet, and have Dizzy blow it. Cause I I wuz I Slick-and you damn well know it. No piano playing, no blues please; No moaning and groaning; Just lay me on the table, mash me Into my two-hundred-dollar suit, Red socks, black patent leather shoes, Polka-dot tie (make damn shore it's silkAnd dont forget it!) Take me out to my pink cadillac Prop me up I under the steering wheel, Tow me out to real high hill, Dig a hole-twenty feet long and twenty feet wide, Place a giant joint of reefer I weed by my side; Then leave me aloneAnd let me drive to hell in stylet 98 ...

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