Somewhere Deep Down There's A Decent Man

Me And Marcus Allen Went Over To See Nicole We Heard A Knock At The Door, Must Have Been Ron Gold' Jumped Behind The Door, Put The Orgy On Hold Killed Em Both And Smeared Blood On The White Bronco

I Don't Speak, I Float In The Air Wrapped In A Sheet I'm Not A Real Person, I'm A Ghost Trapped In A Beat

A Lot Of My Rhymes Are Just To Get Chuckles Out Of People. Anybody With Half A Brain Is Going To Be Able To Tell When I'm Joking And When I'm Serious.

If I'm Not Passionate About It, I Can't Write It. I Can't Fake It.

Piracy Doesn't Hurt An Artist Unless The Artist Puts Out A Bad Album.