My earliest memory was raping the babysitter when I was 5...she was 15.

I pray that god answers, maybe I'll ask nicer

I realize that some people see going away as, "Oh, he's irrelevant now," but I feel like if I don't go away, I get sick of myself. It's never been my thing to be in the spotlight all the time.

I sold my soul to the devil. I'm going to hell. I'm headed to hell. I want the money, the women, the fortune, and the fame. That Means I'll end up burning in hell scorching in flames. Satan'll be in to see me later to see if I'm interested in being partners. Devil worshippin', Satan music.

It sometimes feels like a strange movie, you know, it's all so weird that sometimes I wonder if it is really happening.

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

I'd go to, like, six different schools in one year. We were on welfare, and my mom never ever worked.