Added to the famous "Hip-Hop done officially lost it's mind" posts comes the "damn... I hope this boy don't Kill himself" post. Sadly, the first one comes after wasting about 30 minutes of my life watching him do stupid shit like this. my dude Stephon marbury AKA Starbury. Coney Islands Finest. This New York City Point God is one of my favorite ballers ever, and it is a damn shame to see him go off his rocker. He is currently taping himself 24 hours a day doing the most craziest things on His Webcast. Please Steph, dont kill yourself.
*crazy shit ain't new to my man... look how completely zooted my dude is at the end of the interview.