The Truth Is For Suckers, Johnny Boy!

People Can't Figure Me Out; They Can't Process Me. I Don't Expect Them To. You Can't Process Me With A Normal Brain.

I Have A Disease? Bullshit. I Cured It With My Brain.

I Just Didn't Believe I Was Like Everybody Else. I Thought I Was Unique.

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.

I'm Still Alive, Which Is Pretty Cool.