Shut your evil mucus-hole you truth terrorist. You LOSE every time a mirror implodes from your barbed and gristle image.

I have defeated this earthworm with my words. Imagine what I would have done with my fire breathing fists.

I don't sleep. I wait. I sleep in cars and on couches. I sleep when I can, but when I can't sleep, I just don't, so I figure there's a higher calling keeping me on point that night.

You can put people's feet to the fire a bit just by reminding them that we're constantly creating our own history.

I usually have a song in my head. I'm thinking music, I'm thinking lyrics. Music helps me get to those moments. The moments between the moments.

Guys want to be respected and acknowledged. They want to feel what they contributed matters.

I have Tiger Blood running through my vains.