He likes to flirt with all the boys in the class.

Hey, let's get serious... God knows what he's doin' He wrote this book here And the book says: 'He made us all to be just like Him', So... If we're dumb... Then God is dumb... (And maybe even a little ugly on the side)

Hair growing out every hole in me.

Left me here to cry alone with a bottle of juice and pork chop bone.

I'm more interested in melodic things. I think the biggest challenge when you go to play a solo is trying to invent a melody on the spot.

Just because somebody hears something you say, or reads something that you write, doesn't mean you've reached them.

You are what you is, you is what you am, you ain't what you're not. So see what you got?