I Don't Hate Women - They Just

It's Just Hard When You've Spent So Much Time On Something, Writing And Recording, Laying The Vocals, Getting The Hook Right, Getting The Beat Right, Making Everything Sound Right - You Spent A Freaking Week Trying To Make It Sound Perfect, And Someone Comes Along And Shoots It Down.

His Palms Are Sweaty, Knees Weak, Arms Are Heavy There's Vomit On His Sweater Already, Mom's Spaghetti He's Nervous, But On The Surface He Looks Calm And Ready To Drop Bombs, But He Keeps On Forgettin' What He Wrote Down, The Whole Crowd Goes So Loud He Opens His Mouth, But The Words Won't Come Out He's Chokin', How, Everybody's Jokin' Now The Clocks Run Out, Times Up, Over, Blaow!

Throughout My Career, I Fed Off The Fuel Of People Not Being Able To Understand Me.

My Earliest Memory Was Raping The Babysitter When I Was 5...she Was 15.

I Might Talk About Killing People, But That Doesn't Mean I Do It.