A belt don't make me.

Once I beat a guy, mentally and physically, hes never the same.

I think my dad, when he works with my older son, puts the same kind ofpressure on him that he put on me - that perfectionist pressure. And that can work in two ways: It can make you a perfectionist yourself, or it can eventually break you in the long run.

...cook him up with some barbecued dog...cook that yellow chump. I'll make that mother f**ker make me a sushi roll and cook me some rice.

Well, you've got certain obstacles that get in your way throughout your career, but you have to be a strong individual.

When I was younger, my dad did want me to be perfect, so that's probably why that's installed in me to this day. I want to be perfect at whatever I do. I can't help it. It's just installed in me.

I know how I could beat myself: by not being disciplined, by slacking, by not dedicating myself to my craft, by not working hard, by not listening, by thinking I know it all - short like that.