I had too much Nyquil and Vivarin again. Lost my stomach all over the place.

You don't wanna go eggin' him on. It'll never be my chair that your on, crown so tight that it cuts off circulation to the brain no oxygen. Other words there's no heir to the throne.

If there's not drama and negativity in my life, all my songs will be really wack and boring or something.

I realized, 'Yo, I can't do anything in moderation. I don't know how.'

I'm stupid, I'm ugly, I'm dumb, I smell. Did I mention I'm stupid?

Soul's escaping through this hole that is gaping

If you get offended by my music, don't listen to it.