Dying Is For Fools. I'm

I'm Sorry, Man, But I've Got Magic. I've Got Poetry In My Fingertips. Most Of The Time - And This Includes Naps - I'm An F-18, Bro. And I Will Destroy You In The Air. I Will Deploy My Ordinance To The Ground.

I Have A Disease? Bullshit. I Cured It With My Brain.

I Have A 10,000-year-old Brain And The Boogers Of A 7-year-old. That's How I Describe Myself.

I Don't Want To Get High With My Kids, Because Then Everything Is Different Forever. That's So Stupid, I Think.

For Now, I'm Just Going To Hang Out With These Two Smoking Hotties And Fly Privately Around The World. It Might Be Lonely Up Here, But I Sure Like The View.