Well it's not like I'll be around to see or hear being remembered, buy hey it's pretty cool don't you think? Maybe I'll go back to The Bronx, kill all the dope dealers and take over their clientelle and run the streets. Then put 12 ghetto children thru college. Then some sexy mami will set me up and I'll be murdered while my head is leaning back getting a blow job. After the funeral they'll spray paint my potrait on the side of bodega on The Grand Concourse saying R.I.P. Marauder, you'll be missed
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