I Have A Hard Time Memorizing Stuff.

Sixty Sluts, All Of Them Dying From Asphyxia After They Sip Piss Through A Christopher Reeves Sippy Cup.

My Only Scheme Was To Be A Rapper.

I Make Music To Make You Sick Of Fake Music, Hate Music Like Devil Worshippin Satan Music. So Say Your Prayers, Your Hail Marys And Jesuses. Take Two Sticks, Tape 'em Together And Make A Crucifix.

So Many Lives I Touch, So Much Anger.

At Least Have The Decency In You / To Leave Me Alone, When You Freaks See Me Out / In The Streets When I'm Eating Or Feeding My Daughter