“Be proud of who you are.”

I truly believe I may be getting too big for my own good.

I maybe made some mistakes, but I’m only human.

I’ve been running a lot, taking care of myself.

If people take anything from my music, it should be motivation to know that anything is possible as long as you keep working at it and don’t back down.

I say what I want to say and do what I want to do. There’s no in between. People will either love you for it or hate you for it.

I’m thankful for the talent in which God gave me and I’m thankful for the environment that he placed me.

I just drank a fifth of vodka, dare me to drive?

I might talk about killing people, but that doesn’t mean I do it.

What are friends ? Friends are people that you think are your friends but they really your enemies, with secret indentities.

I wanted to show the fans that we were inside the mind of a lyrical maniacal genius

Money is what makes a man act funny.

Love is evil, spell it backwards, I’ll show ya.

Sometimes I feel like rap music is almost the key to stopping racism.

Touring is hard on the body.

Ultimately, who you choose to be in a relationship with and what you do in your bedroom is your business.

Sometimes I wanna get on TV and just let loose.

Love, all alike, no season knows, nor clime, nor hours, days, months, which are the rags of time.

My Love is like to ice, and I to fire: How comes it then that this her cold so great Is not dissolved through my so hot desire, But harder grows the more I her entreat?

I shall do one thing in this life-one thing certain-this is, love you, and long of you, and keep wanting you till I die.

When you look at me, when you think of me, I am in paradise.

I never thought that I would have love again, but it’s amazing how the universe brings love to you.

A yokel mind loves stories from of old, Being the kind it can repeat and hold.

It’s an indication of how cynical our society has become that any kind of love story with a sad theme is automatically ridiculed as sentimental junk.

What is commonly called love, namely the desire of satisfying a voracious appetite with a certain quantity of delicate white human flesh.