Bick's Epitaph
They call him Bick,
his girls turn tricks,
he dresses real slick,
he don’t take lip,
and don’t give a lick.
Fast with his fists,
he got shot real quick,
I’d say ‘Poor Bick,’
but he was a dick.
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