I guess I've learned that there's really no such thing as a bad label, there is only a bad contract.

I'm the product of 6 million years of evolution? Come on, man. I crawled out of a swamp yesterday.

I hate the human race. Of course, therefore, I hate myself the most, because I am the least of the human race.

Base not your joy on the deeds of others. For what has been given can be taken away.

I don't know what to say to that, but I have to agree with Johnny that, yeah, we do touch upon things that most men would rather not admit: That we feel pain, we cry, get sad and sometimes don't deal well with disappointment.

It's bad poetry executed by people that can't sing. That's my definition of Rap.

Some people say I'm a pussy. I say, you are what you eat.