Never been to Sesame Street but I flip a Big Bird. And I know "stealers" and they not from Pittsburgh.

The love in the Midwest is way different from New York - people accepted me like one of their own, and they showed me a bunch of love, so I did a big song dedicated to them.

My grandfather got me mad and I peed inside his orange juice and asked him if it's tangy.

I wouldn't call and tell anybody on him, but I'd probably move. But I'm not gonna call and be like, 'The serial killer's in 4E.'

Why you don't wanna let him talk? You mad, you maaad, you maaaaad.

I can't say there's a job that I hated. But you know what happens, is sometimes you say, "I'm smarter than my boss." Sometimes you may feel that somebody's tellin' you what to do and bossin' you around, and you're like, "I'm a hundred times smarter than you," and even if I'm not, I would feel that way anyway.

If people realized someone would be sorting through their trash, would they be more careful in what they throw away?