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When passion curdles into tragedy, the aftermath is a tale of caution and sorrow—such is the story we unfurl with the chilling demise of Steve McNair and Sahel Kazemi. A former NFL quarterback's life cut short by murder-suicide, the threads of infidelity, financial strain, and emotional tumult weave a grim tapestry, accompanied by the bewildering delay in a 911 call by the co-owner of McNair's condo. We'll navigate you through the complexities of this case, examining the factors that tipped a relationship over the edge and the perpetual puzzle of human behavior under extreme stress.
Transitioning into a realm of nightmarish horror, the episode takes a hard look at the descent of Big Lurch, a once-promising rap artist whose PCP-fueled frenzy ended in an unthinkable crime. From the hopeful beginnings of a poetic youth to the inescapable grip of addiction and violence, we trace the impact of drugs on creativity turned catastrophic. A life sentence without parole marks the end of a journey that raises critical questions about the music industry's role and the dark side of lyrical expression. Join us as we dissect these sobering chronicles that serve as stark reminders of the dangerous precipices on which fame and human fragility often precariously balance.
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When passion curdles into tragedy, the aftermath is a tale of caution and sorrow—such is the story we unfurl with the chilling demise of Steve McNair and Sahel Kazemi. A former NFL quarterback's life cut short by murder-suicide, the threads of infidelity, financial strain, and emotional tumult weave a grim tapestry, accompanied by the bewildering delay in a 911 call by the co-owner of McNair's condo. We'll navigate you through the complexities of this case, examining the factors that tipped a relationship over the edge and the perpetual puzzle of human behavior under extreme stress.
Transitioning into a realm of nightmarish horror, the episode takes a hard look at the descent of Big Lurch, a once-promising rap artist whose PCP-fueled frenzy ended in an unthinkable crime. From the hopeful beginnings of a poetic youth to the inescapable grip of addiction and violence, we trace the impact of drugs on creativity turned catastrophic. A life sentence without parole marks the end of a journey that raises critical questions about the music industry's role and the dark side of lyrical expression. Join us as we dissect these sobering chronicles that serve as stark reminders of the dangerous precipices on which fame and human fragility often precariously balance.
And hi hey, I know that was kind of anticlimactic, but fuck it, we're not here for climactics.
Speaker 3:
We're not here to be your friends. We're here to provide you with paranormal and true crime.
Speaker 2:
We're not here to be your friends. We're here to provide you with paranormal and true crime. We're not here to be your friends. We're here to be your parents. Should I tell my kids all the time? I'm not your friend, I'm your god damn parent so you act like it, or uh go do some sit ups, you will respect my authority yeah, in the words of the great Cartman oh god, so uh, how's everybody doing out there on?
Speaker 2:
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Speaker 3:
All right, so we're back for another fun episode.
Speaker 2:
Yes, this one involves a couple stories about slaying and praying her, something of the sort.
Speaker 3:
Yeah, I was about to say something like that.
Speaker 2:
So I'll go ahead and lead the way in this one. Cool, cool, and I'm sure a lot of you guys have heard about it. This is from 2009, but it's the McNair slang which they now say it's a murder-suicide. So this is. Former NFL quarterback Steve McNair was shot four times and killed by his girlfriend, sahel Kazemi, who then used the same gun to shoot herself in the head, according to the Nashville Police Investigation and Tennessee Bureau of Investigation report. Now, apparently there was a lot of public pressure to solve this murder and figure out what was going on. They were trying to figure out what the issue was. Some people were saying that Kazemi, of 20, was a despondent and increasingly tormented person by a rush of personal problems, culminating with the discovery that the married McNair was also seeing another woman. So police believe sometime after 1.45 am on Saturday, she slipped next to him as he slept on the couch in a downtown condominium that he rented, placed a 9mm handgun by his left temple, which was most likely with the gun to his head on that final shot. Then she shot herself in the temple, taking time beforehand to position herself in a way that she would tumble into the quarterback's lap. Now, well. The police were told that they'll probably never know the absolute certainty and sequence of the shots. There were several factors, including an examination of the bodies and the direction the bullets traveled, that led them to the conclusion. Also the fact that McNair was found sitting without any sign that he raised his arms to deflect a shot or had gun residue on his hands. Evidence is that he was asleep when the shots were fired. Due to the residue found on Kazemi's left hand, authorities did not find any forced entry evidence in the two-story brick townhouse or signs of a third person inside, and all five of the shell casings matched the gun that she had used.
Speaker 2:
Detectives believe that Kazemi, a waitress at a nearby restaurant, felt her life was falling apart sometime after she began seeing McNair earlier this year, while he had bought her a used Cadillac Escalade, she had been unable to sell the car that she had been driving, which was a Kia. Now, payments due on the Kia and the Escalade makes the police think that she also had to pay, so her financial situation was increasingly dire. The report also said that a female roommate had decided to move to Pittsburgh, meaning Kazim's rent had increased to nearly $1,000 a month In recent days. She had discovered McNair was seeing another woman. Police said that once watching her leave the condominium and then following her to her home. On the 29th she told a co-worker that her personal life was all screwed up.
Speaker 2:
Three days later she was arrested and charged with driving under the influence in downtown Nashville. She was in the Escalade when she was arrested but went home in a taxi Several hours later, around 5 pm. She had left work and met an acquaintance in the parking lot of a restaurant where she worked who sold her the fully loaded 9mm pistol for $100. She returned to work two hours later and was sent home the next day. She told a coworker that my life is a ball of shit and I should just end it. She left work at 10.07 pm.
Speaker 2:
The computer at her home in nearby Hermitage showed activity around 11. She eventually went to McNair's condominium, though police could not pinpoint the time when McNair was dropped off at the condominium sometime between 1.30 and 2, the Escalade was already there. There's no reason to believe that Mr mcnair was murdered by anyone other than miss kazemi. Now they didn't believe the scene was corrupted by the co-owner, wayne neely, or mcnair's friend robert gaddy, even though neely discovered the bodies at 1251 that afternoon, then waited 44 minutes before Gaddy arrived and called 911. Now that's very interesting, because why would you show up, see the bodies and then wait damn near an hour to call?
Speaker 2:
Yeah, that's a little suspicious there, if you ask me yeah, maybe it wasn't a murder suicide, maybe it was a double homicide maybe but I guess without any more facts or details or, uh, evidence, we'll never really know. Damn Damn, that's crazy though she just fucking. Just shot him, dude. That's wild, yeah, but I mean, from the sounds of it he was being kind of shifty himself. Yeah, he was cheating on her, but at that point just fucking leave, Like both of you just separate and call it good, Like no one needs to fucking die.
Speaker 3:
Yeah.
Speaker 2:
Fucking people man.
Speaker 3:
We are creatures of emotion. We run based off of emotion. Most times they're not logic. Yeah, that is very true, but it seemed like she was already getting ready to like kill herself. So she's like might as well take this fucker out with me.
Speaker 2:
Right, he did that one thing to me, so fuck him and his life and his family. Yeah, yeah, yeah. It is a shame. It was a sad one, it definitely was. But what is next? On the Crockett Docket.
Speaker 3:
I got a fucked up ass one for you, so you ever heard of a guy called Big?
Speaker 2:
Lurch. So you ever heard of a guy called big lurch?
Speaker 3:
I mean, I've heard of lurch from the adams family, but uh, never big lurch. All right. So big lurch is a rapper was a rapper.
Speaker 2:
Oh, was a rapper, okay, I don't know if he's dead.
Speaker 3:
I I know that he went to prison for this, but oh, okay gotcha all right.
Speaker 3:
Um. So big lurch could have been one of the biggest names in hip-hop, considering what he's one of the pioneers of horror core, uh, sub-genre of rap music. The texas native loomed as large as six seven in his physical presence, goddamn. That's why they call him big lurch. Fair enough, uh. But just as he was on the cusp of worldwide fame and stardom, drugs got in the way and ended, and the end result of his addiction was one of the most violent and shocking crimes in music history. This is the strange but true story of Big Lurch, whose PCP addiction ended in a gruesome tragedy.
Speaker 3:
Oh yeah, PCP is never fucking good, yep, that's how they get you.
Speaker 2:
Yeah, that right there speaks fucking volumes born antron singleton on september 15, 1976.
Speaker 3:
Big lurch grew up in east dallas, texas. He began writing poetry just seven years old. He started performing professionally when he was 15. While many other artists at the time were writing lyrics about sex, drugs and gang violence, big lurch preferred to rap about things like serial killers, vampires and even cannibalism. All right, okay. His first release was with the rap collective cosmic slop shop, which also featured fellow rap pioneers ricardo, rick, rock thomas. Their solo album Da Family was released in 1998 and produced a minor hit called Sinful, which hit number 66 on the Billboard Hot R&B and Hip Hop Song Chart and number 18 on the Billboard Hot Rap Song Chart the same year. Though Cosmic Slop Shop didn't last long, big Lurch was still interested in pursuing a rap career in earnest, so he settled in Los Angeles and began working with a variety of artists like mac dray, tone capone and e40. It's not a bad group to be associated with right?
Speaker 2:
I know none of them, but you don't know. E40, oh yeah yeah, sorry.
Speaker 3:
Okay, I know Mac Dre and I know E-40, but I don't know who Tone Capone is.
Speaker 2:
Yeah, I mean my primary genre is of the metal sorts.
Speaker 3:
Yeah, fair enough. But though he was on the verge of stardom, fame still provided elusive for the Texas native. And soon a car accident kicked off a series of events that would end in a tragedy. Oh no, In 2000, Big Lurch was driving home from his 24th birthday celebration when he was rear-ended by a drunk driver. He suffered catastrophic injuries, including a broken neck, as reported by the Mirror newspaper.
Speaker 2:
Jesus, yeah, that must have been a bad wreck.
Speaker 3:
Yeah, yeah, that must have been a bad rack. Yeah, to alleviate the pain, he was prescribed a my myriad of medications, but none proved as effective as pcp. However, the drug also had an additional, perhaps unwanted, effect vivid hallucinations would result in increasingly gruesome lyric content. It made the dreams wild silence of the lambs, shianti and Chianti and fava beans, big bouncing grills and big bouncing asses, said I heart radio host Jake Brennan. He says he stayed high for weeks, not eating, getting more and more delusional, until a fateful day he thought the devil was inside his roommate's stomach. Oh no, yeah, on April 19, 2000,. Uh, sorry, on April 19, 2000. Sorry, on April 19, 2002.
Speaker 3:
Big Lurch met up with his roommate to smoke PCP. According to the rapper's thoughts, that's the last clear memory he had of the night's event. We started smoking the PCP and they just kept feeding it to me and feeding it to me, he said in the documentary Rhyme and Punishment. The next thing I remember is I woke up in jail with the murder. Eyewitness testimonies have revealed that the rapper had reportedly told everyone to leave the house except 21-year-old I'm going to massacre this name, I'm so sorry Tanisha Yee Sais, his roommate's girlfriend. Once Yee Sais and Big Lurch were alone. The rapper attacked her. He brutally beat her before plunging a knife into her heart, killing her.
Speaker 2:
God damn.
Speaker 3:
But he wasn't done yet. Big Lurch committing the murder was bad enough, but he then took it another step further by ripping open Yee Sai's chest, pulling out her right lung and eating it.
Speaker 2:
What the fuck.
Speaker 3:
Yeah. Yasai's autopsy also later revealed teeth marks on her face and lungs. When the police finally caught up with the rapper, he was running down the street naked and covered in blood. He was also barking like a dog and staring at the sky. A medical examination later concluded that Big Lurch had flesh and blood in his stomach that didn't belong to him. In a 2016 interview with vlad tv, however, the rapper disputed the facts of the case. Big lurch accused his lawyer, milton grimes, best known for defending rodney king, of fabricating the story due to opposing gang ties the two men had, and he suggested that a particularly hungry pit bull was the true culprit behind Yasai's death. The jury, however, didn't buy it.
Speaker 3:
In June 2003, big Lurch was found guilty of first-degree murder, torture and aggravated mayhem after pleading not guilty by reason of insanity. As reported by the Los Angeles Times, he was sentenced to two consecutive life sentences without the possibility of parole. His debut solo album, it's All Bad, was released by his record label, black Market Records, without his permission, soon after he was imprisoned. The lyrics of his song I Did it To you served as a macabre foreshadowing of his grisly crimes. Jason Voorhees, michael Myers, freddy Krueger, jeffrey dahmer, charles manton, all your friends. I'm finsta school. You cuz murder a hobby. He raps. I'm like a vampire fresh meat and I can't pass it. Yes, i's mother. Carol stinton later filed the wrongful death lawsuit against black market records, alleging that they provided the rapper with drugs to encourage him to act out in an extremely violent manner so as to make him more marketable as a gangster rap artist.
Speaker 2:
Regardless of the truth behind big lurch's violent action, his story remains one of the most gruesome in hip-hop history jesus, yeah, and trying to blame it on a fucking pit bull when they have the evidence in your fucking stomach yeah, they.
Speaker 3:
You have chunks of her lung and her blood inside your stomach. You're running around naked, covered in her blood.
Speaker 2:
Yeah, but it was a pit bull.
Speaker 3:
Yeah, apparently.
Speaker 2:
Nah, pit bulls are sweethearts, unless you train them to not be.
Speaker 3:
Yeah.
Speaker 2:
So it's yeah, that's just, that's just fucked up, and that's why, kids, you say no to drugs like that. Mm-hmm. Nah, fucking good. Not gonna lead to anything good and you'll possibly kill your loved ones. Yeah that. When I heard that story I was like fuck dude, that's grues. Not going to lead to anything good and you'll possibly kill your loved ones.
Speaker 3:
Yeah, when I heard that story I was like fuck dude, that's gruesome, that's fucking, it's pretty hardcore.
Speaker 2:
Yeah, I don't think well one. I mean. I've never even thought or had an inkling of thought in my mind about harming anyone in my family, so to let alone get to that point where you're fucking eating the person that you supposedly love, or parts of them well, I mean, I don't know if he loved her, that was her his roommate's girlfriend, but still, I get what you're getting at like how fucked up do you have to be?
Speaker 3:
yeah, how fucked up do you have to be. Yeah, how fucked up do you have to be, to be like, hey, I'm gonna kill her and then, one step on top, I'm gonna eat her yeah, like this isn't fucking silence of the lambs. No, not at all. Well shit, yeah, man, that was a pretty fucked up one and uh, that's where we leave you guys off.
Speaker 2:
Enjoy that gruesomeness.
Speaker 3:
Yeah, don't listen to any of his music. Yeah, don't support him.
Speaker 2:
Yeah, no, definitely don't support him. He can fucking rot.
Speaker 3:
What do you think about the mom saying that the label's to blame because they kept giving him drugs and they encouraged him to act out like how he was?
Speaker 2:
Well, I mean from the sounds of it. It. It sounds like that kind of was the case.
Speaker 3:
So yeah, they said they kept giving him pcp.
Speaker 2:
Like you don't have to keep taking it, you could say no, you're a fucking adult yeah, it's a mix of both him him not having his own fucking will to stop that shit, and then them for continuously pushing it on him like yeah, they're definitely fucking involved.
Speaker 3:
Oh yeah, they're just as much as false. He is.
Speaker 2:
But is everyone going to see it that way? No, people that liked him are going to try and figure out ways of oh, it wasn't his fault, it wasn't their fault. Yeah, people are just blinded by the truth if it's something that they are mass fans of.
Speaker 3:
Mm-hmm. Well, guys, I think that's all we have for you this week.
Speaker 2:
That is. It has been a gruesome day, yep.
Speaker 3:
Remember stay away from PCP.
Speaker 2:
Yes, and that rapper and his label.
Speaker 3:
Uh-huh. Well, guys, that's all we have this week. Thank you guys for stopping by. We really appreciate it. We'll see you in Helheim. Bye, thank you.
