Suicidehopsin.mp3 is a strange, terrifying .mp3 file that can be found floating around the internet, usually on the deep web or sometimes on third rate torrent sites. If Marcus Hopson himself is asked about the file, he generally either doesn’t respond or breaks down in tears, putting his hands up and saying “Nanu Nanu, elociN rethaeH” before fleeing.
First of all, Suicidehopsin.mp3 can’t be opened in any normal music player. iTunes, Windows Media Player, Winamp, Realplayer… None of them well handle it. The program will act as if you’re trying to open something that isn’t even an .mp3 file. To open the .mp3 file, you must first open your music playing program in DOSbox. Once open, the program will be able to read Suicidehopsin.mp3
The .mp3 file doesn’t seem like anything special; it’s simply the piano music from “The Dancing Pig” (1907) played in reverse with Hopsin saying “elociN rethaeH… I’m so, so, so sorry… I… Is there anything I can do to stop you?” over and over again. Hop sounds like he’s about to break down and cry throughout the “song”. This goes on for four minutes and eleven seconds. Once the .mp3 has finished playing, your computer will likely crash. Mine did. A fullscreen video will begin to play instead of the Blue Screen of Death being prompted. In the video, a red-faced, teary-eyed Marcus Hopson is in the same room used in the “Ill Mind of Hopsin 5” video. He looks into the camera and says “elociN rethaeH, if I can’t be with you in this life, perhaps I’ll see you in the next.” Marcus then opens an off-screen door and five men draped in black robes step into the room and surround the bed, which is now in the center of the room. Large red outstretched hands can be seen upon the black robes, their fingers outstretched to the sky. Suddenly, a black screen with the Russian text “Радуйся, руки, Господь тьмы” appears for five seconds. Once the video re-appears, the men are strangling a photo-negative “copy” of Marcus on the bed while the real Marcus cowers in the corner, whispering “elociN rethaeH… I’m so, so, so sorry…” over and over. “SALVE MANUS, DOMINO OBSCURUM” the men shriek over and over again as they strangle the photo-negative Marcus. Yellow, pussy, chunky HYPERREALISTIC blood begins to leak from photo-negative Marcus as real Marcus yells “FUNK VOLUME, BITCH!” while crying. The final “scene” is the photo-negative Marcus bleeding out on the bed with a goofy smile on his face; the same symbol on the robes that the men were wearing carved into his forehead.
UPDATE:
After listening to the .mp3 and watching the “film” that popped up on my screen, a skeleton popped out from my closet and chased me around the house. Eventually, 5.23 seconds later the phone rang. I picked it up and it was Toyshiri Tajjirou. “FUCK MY ASS, MORON!” Toyshiri exclaimed. Hyperrealistic blood began to leak out of the phone as I tossed it across the room. “Then who was fone?” I asked. The skeleton shrugged and Jeff the Killer jacked off under the table.
UPDATE:
Fine, I’m gay.