I Bully Myself Cause I Make Me

See It's Easy As Cake, Simple As Whistling Dixie While I'm Waving The Pistol At Sixty Christians Against Me Go To War With The Mormons, Take A Bath With The Catholics In Holy Water, No Wonder They Tried To Hold Me Under Longer.

The Writing Process, The Way I Go About It Is I Do Whatever The Beat Feels Like, Whatever The Beat Is Telling Me To Do. Usually When The Beat Comes On, I Think Of A Hook Or The Subject I Want To Rap About Almost Instantly. Within Four, Eight Bars Of It Playing I'm Just Like, 'oh, Ok. This Is What I Wanna Do'.

I Always Wished For This, But It's Almost Turning Into More Of A Nightmare Than A Dream.

I Don't Want To Just Die A Normal Death, I Wanna Be Killed Twice.

Don't Let Them Tell You Ain't Beautiful