There was this one time in Vegas when I took four Victoria's Secret models and did one gram off each of their bodies within, like, 45 minutes. I declared myself King of Vegas and decided to remodel my hotel room with my bare hands to resemble King Louis XIV's bedroom at Versailles. Knocked down two entire walls, and later had four knuckle surgeries. Still wasn't as high as Rob Ford.

Once you start altering your body's blueprint, things start falling apart. Some players take steroids, and two years later, after they've broken records, suddenly they have back problems, shoulder problems, arm problems. They're out of the game for good.

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

I was banging seven-gram rocks...because that's how I roll. I have one speed. I have one gear. Go.

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

Fear is never a good enough reason to do nothing

My success rate is 100 percent. Do the math.