Sixty Sluts, All Of Them Dying From

I Have A Slight Bit Of Ocd, I Think. I'm Not Walking Around Flipping Light Switches. But When I Say I'm Going To Do Something, I Have To Do It.

A Lot Of The Problems I Had With Fame I Was Bringing On Myself. A Lot Of Self-loathing, A Lot Of Woe-is-me. Now I'm Learning To See The Positive Side Of Things, Instead Of, Like, 'i Can't Go To Kmart. I Can't Take My Kids To The Haunted House.'

Coming Up As An Mc, I Took The Frustrations Of The Underground And Brought It With Me Into The Mainstream. I Know There Was A Certain Complex I Had In The Beginning That Was Just A Little Paranoid Or A Little...sensitive.

Getting Clean Made Me Grow Up. I Feel Like All The Years That I Was Using Drugs, I Wasn't Growing As A Person.

What Are Friends? Friends Are People You Think Are Your Friends But They Really Your Enemies, With Secret Identities.