I Feel Like A Spoilt Rapper. I

If You Could Count The Skeletons In My Closet, Under My Bed And Up Under My Faucet, Then You Would Know I've Completely Lost It. Is He Nuts? No He's Insane!

I Come From Detroit Where It's Rough And I'm Not A Smooth Talker.

To The People I Forgot, You Weren't On My Mind For Some Reason And You Probably Don't Deserve Any Thanks Anyway.

My Thing Is This; If I'm Sick Enough To Think It, Then I'm Sick Enough To Say It.

Personally, I Just Think Rap Music Is The Best Thing Out There, Period. If You Look At My Deck In My Car Radio, You're Always Going To Find A Hip-hop Tape; That's All I Buy, That's All I Live, That's All I Listen To, That's All I Love.