Sporadic Thoughts Will Pop Into My Head

Piracy Doesn't Hurt An Artist Unless The Artist Puts Out A Bad Album.

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 Devil's Spirit's Trapped Inside Me. My Soul Is Possessed By This Devil My New Name Is Rain Man. So I Keep Conjuring (demons), Sometimes I Wonder Where These Thoughts Spawn (satan) From. I'm Just Relaying What The Voice In My Head's Saying. Don't Shoot The Messenger, I'm Just Friends With The Monster That's Under My Bed. Get Along With The Voices Inside Of My Head.

Nuts They Go, Macadamia They Go So Ballistic, Whoa.

Ultimately, Who You Choose To Be In A Relationship With And What You Do In Your Bedroom Is Your Business.