Trust Is Hard To Come By. That's

So Many Lives I Touch, So Much Anger.

I Like It When People Talk S**t. Because If People Weren't Talking S**t, There Would Be Nothing For Me To Come Back With. I Need That. If I Don't Have Any Ammo, What Am I Going To Say?

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.'

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

Everything Always Happens For A Reason.