I Am On A Drug. It's Called

What They're Not Ready For Is Guys Like You And I And Nails And All The Other Gnarly Gnarlingtons In My Life, That We Are High Priests, Vatican Assassin Warlocks. Boom. Print That, People. See Where That Goes.

I Don't Have Time For Their Judgement And Their Stupidity And You Know They Lay Down With Their Ugly Wives In Front Of Their Ugly Children And Look At Their Loser Lives And Then They Look At Me And They Say, 'i Can't Process It' Well, No, You Never Will Stop Trying, Just Sit Back And Enjoy The Show. You Know?

Defeat Is Not An Option. Period. The End.

I've Always Been A Little Skittish About Death. On Certain Days I'm Okay With It. On Other Days It's Like, "really? I Have To? No, Man, Not Me."

I'm Sorry, Man, But I've Got Magic. I've Got Poetry In My Fingertips. Most Of The Time - And This Includes Naps - I'm An F-18, Bro. And I Will Destroy You In The Air. I Will Deploy My Ordinance To The Ground.