I got tiger blood man. Dying's for fools, dying's for amateurs.

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.

Just tell the truth and you're home free. If there are amends to be made, you make them. You own it and move on.

They sell pot named after me in the dispensaries. And I'm not even a pot guy. I was so honored.

You’ve read about the goddesses, come on. They’re an international sensation. These are my girlfriends. These are the women that I love that have completed the three parts of my heart.

I have a disease? Bullshit. I cured it with my brain.

But you can't focus on things that matter if all you've been is asleep for forty years. Funny how sleep rhymes with sheep. You know.