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DIZZY DEVON BROKE HIS STICK AGAIN

House Front

 

Old Dizzy Devon broke his stick again
seems he was pumping someone to the floor
it was back behind the Cue Shot hole
beating and screaming
over some two bit whore.

I knew the bitch, yeah
what a lush
needle marks like chicken pox
Dizzy never was for brains too many
the other pimp deserved the score.

He must have sucked that gin down cold
I’m told the pimp smiled to the morgue
old Dizzy, yeah,
he sure knows how
to use his stick at night.

No eight ball, cues, or felt no more
Dizzy ain’t around to tell
no one’s seen him for awhile
it’s not the first time Dizzy’s gone
ask any fool at this damn hole
he’s broke his stick before.