I know at times I come across like a Neanderthal or a babbling idiot, but I like that person.

I want someone to attack me. No weapons. Just me and him. I like to beat men and beat them bad

I'am not predictor of fights, but I know when I hit 'em good, the fight is close to an end

When Jesus comes back, these crazy, greedy, capitalistic men are gonna kill him again.

I'm on the Zoloft to keep from killing y'all.

I had to persevere because this was my life. This championship, this was the stuff I dreamt of all my life, and I wasn't gonna be denied.

He was crying in there, making woman gestures.