“I'm pop-corn
I'm a hell storm
Yeah, I'm in the hands of faith
I’m so bad words
Now what you heard?”

“Pop, I'm nothing! I'm nothing, Pop. Can't you understand that? There's no spite in it any more. I'm just what I am, that's all.”

“I'm bad and I'm going to hell, and I don't care. I'd rather be in hell than anywhere where you are.”

“You heard of Hell—well, I was sent from it
I went to it, servin' a sentence for murderin' instruments
Now I'm tryin' to repent from it
But when I hear the beat, I'm tempted to make another attempt at it
I'm infinite”

“Y'all guys can't define me or define my work as a father, i'm many things i'm many things you know, yeah i'm a convicted rapist, i'm a hell raiser, i'm a father, i'm a loving father, i'm, you know, a semi- good husband, you know what i mean? What? You know i'm just a man out here trying to enjoy my, you know I was born poor I ain't never had nothing I don't know how to act but the real thing is i'm just here to be me. I do'nt care about who anyone things at this stage in my life but yeah, i'm pretty much a tyrant titan. Yeahs thats who I am.”

“Oh, hell yeah! I'm sure that ink monsters are specifically susceptible to axes! Can i AXE you a question?! Huh?! You smell pretty bad, you should AXE body spray!”

“Now there's no *beeping* way in hell I'm gonna go over because I'm a little afraid of animals.”

“So long, Pop! I'm off to check my tiger trap!”

“And me I'm in my bedroom drawing in my notebook
Because my hand thinks I'm an artist
But my heart knows I'm a poet
It's just words they mean so little to me.”

“What I'm suggesting is, stand for yourself, be for something and the hell with it. Because the hand-wringers and the editorialists and the sigh-and-pontificate crowd will be against you, whatever you do.”