6ix9ine Sparks Outrage After Mocking King Von Over Coffin Prank

LOL, good luck making sense of this one. Just when you thought Tekashi 6ix9ine had exhausted every possible way to troll a dead man, the universe—or maybe just two incredibly bored people with way too much free time—dropped a whole damn coffin at his house.

Yeah. A coffin. Not a prank gift card. Not a glitter bomb. A full-on “rest in peace” box spray-painted with King Von’s name like it was some kind of morbid Etsy project.

And how did our favorite rainbow-haired goblin respond? Like any self-respecting agent of chaos would:

“I’m pretty sad. I wanted to keep the King Von coffin and put it in my room, but the police had to confiscate it. I wanted to sleep in the coffin to feel what it was like to be King Von for a day.”

…excuse me??

Somebody Called The Bomb Squad Over This?

So apparently—because life isn’t weird enough—before anyone even knew what was inside this mystery coffin, 6ix9ine’s security team panicked and called the police. A whole investigation went down. They actually thought it could be a bomb.

Imagine being a Florida cop and showing up to a crime scene thinking you’re about to disarm a ticking device, only to crack open a box and find… flowers, a pet box, and what I assume was the worst Valentine’s Day surprise in human history.

And, of course, 6ix9ine wasn’t about to let that moment of sheer absurdity pass without doubling down on his King Von trolling. Because why leave a feud alone when you can keep digging—literally and figuratively?

6ix9ine’s Obsession With King Von Is Weirder Than Your Ex’s LinkedIn Stalking

If you’ve been blessed enough to avoid 6ix9ine’s ongoing beef with the late King Von, first of all—congratulations. Second, let’s do a speedrun recap:

• Before Von even died, 6ix9ine was obsessed with making fun of him.
• After Von’s murder in 2020, 6ix9ine decided, hey, let’s keep that same energy—and has not shut up since.
• Fast forward to Von’s birthday, when his hometown put up a memorial mural in Chicago’s O’Block. And 6ix9ine? He took one look at that and went full MySpace comment section from 2008:

“Lil Tim put that man on a Damn Wall. Smh… he’s been on several T-shirts .. hats… he’s just a Diamond chain now… he really said ‘if I was to die my n-ggas gon’ slide every day.’”

…whew.

The Internet Had Some Thoughts

Twitter—sorry, “X” (but let’s be real, it’ll always be Twitter)—went feral over this coffin saga. People couldn’t decide if this was the most insane prank of all time or just another Tuesday in the world of 6ix9ine being 6ix9ine.

The general consensus:

1. Who even DID this? Two random dudes just showed up with a King Von-themed coffin like it was a DoorDash delivery? Did they at least get a tip?
2. Why did 6ix9ine WANT to sleep in it? Is this some kind of Sleepy Hollow roleplay situation? A new level of beef we aren’t evolved enough to understand?
3. At what point does this guy just get banned from existing? Like, does the internet have a block button for people?

Meanwhile, The Police Were Like “Bruh”

So, after all that—bomb fears, coffin confusion, the emotional rollercoaster of realizing it was just a glorified Halloween prop—Florida police had to confiscate it. Because, uh… well, what do you even do with a dead man’s troll coffin?

Like, did it go to evidence storage? Did some poor officer have to fill out paperwork for this? “Reason for confiscation: Rap beef-related coffin delivery.”

We really live in the dumbest timeline.

The King Von vs. 6ix9ine Saga Won’t Die (No Pun Intended)

This whole mess is just the latest chapter in a long-running one-sided war that 6ix9ine just refuses to let go of. Meanwhile, King Von—who, I repeat, has been dead for FOUR YEARS—still somehow catches more strays than anyone alive.

And don’t forget the real-life fallout from Von’s murder:

• Lul Tim, the guy accused of killing Von, got arrested after recovering from his own gunshot wounds.
• The Georgia Bureau of Investigation classified the case as an officer-involved shooting—because of course it was.
• Lil Durk, Von’s friend and labelmate, has tried to honor Von’s legacy, but 6ix9ine keeps popping up like a malfunctioning horror movie villain to throw shade.

Moral of the Story?

Look, at this point, nothing 6ix9ine does is shocking—it’s just exhausting. The man thrives on being a human Twitter fight, except instead of arguing with someone in a Wendy’s comment section, he’s out here receiving prank coffins and asking to sleep in them.

You know how Tamagotchi pets die if you ignore them? That’s 6ix9ine. The second people stop giving him attention, he’ll self-destruct like a cursed Build-A-Bear.

Until then… enjoy your regularly scheduled chaos.

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