I Was Going To Get Drafted, But

I Was Angry About The Fact That My Father Would Beat My Mother On A Daily Basis, That My Mother Would Like Take It In Turn And Beat On Me. I Was An Abused Child. I Was Mad About All Those Things, Very Bitter And Very Angry.

I'm Finally Locked Into The Now, And It's Great.

I Get Some Letters From Girls That If Their Mothers Knew What They Were Writing Me In These Letters, They'd Get Their Butts Whipped.

Funkers Are People Who Dig The Funk; Little Funkers, Big Funkers, Old Funkers, Young Funkers, Foxy Funkers, Mother Funkers, Papa Funkers.

If I Told You Jesus Christ Was Black You're Going To Be Afraid Of Me Because I'm Telling You The Truth. That's Where I Always Come From.