Though I'm Not The First King Of

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.

My Skin Is Too Thick And Bullet Proof To Touch Me.

I Was Poor White Trash, No Glitter, No Glamour, But I'm Not Ashamed Of Anything.

When I Die, So Does Hip Hop.

I Don't Think I've Ever Read Poetry, Ever.