I Try To Be Known

I Don't Believe In Rock Bottom. Rock Bottom Is Like A Fishing Term.

I Just Didn't Believe I Was Like Everybody Else. I Thought I Was Unique.

My Success Rate Is 100 Percent. Do The Math.

I So Desperately Wanted To Be Mr. Somebody. Instead, I Was The Little Brother, Included To A Point.

There Was This One Time In Vegas When I Took Four Victoria's Secret Models And Did One Gram Off Each Of Their Bodies Within, Like, 45 Minutes. I Declared Myself King Of Vegas And Decided To Remodel My Hotel Room With My Bare Hands To Resemble King Louis Xiv's Bedroom At Versailles. Knocked Down Two Entire Walls, And Later Had Four Knuckle Surgeries. Still Wasn't As High As Rob Ford.