R.I.P Biz Markie

When I lived in Michigan there was this drug dealer who drove around the parking lot of the apartment complex in an old convertible and he had just a friend cranking and just played it over and over, I guess it was a signal that drugs are here come get some.
Like an ice cream man? Or like we say in my hood…mr. paletero man
 
I blame you all. You bastards spoke this into existence. I hope they charge you for murder
 
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