Okay, okay. We jammin' on the saxophone. Ba ba ba na na na. Ba ba ba na na na.

My murder song yay, that's why I whistle behind people's backs before I kill them Whistling STOP

Somebody come get that crackhead uncle. Tell him that he is not on the street no more and he does not need to play no more saxophone or whatever that is. But that's not a saxophone, that's a flute. He don't need to play no flute no more. He can really just stop. You're not holding that sign saying, I will play flute. For two dollars and a can of beer. Get this man.