Judge: "You sir are convicted of amicide in the 3rd degree, how do you plead?"
Plaintiff: "That MF rolled up on my turf, ain'
t got no idea who he was rubbin the wrong way, so me and a couple of my
boys got in our buggies, and rolled
deep on his shit. He got barns all up in his grill now. Amicide is right! 25 to life."