I'm Not Wearing A Golden

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.

What They're Not Ready For Is Guys Like You And I And Nails And All The Other Gnarly Gnarlingtons In My Life, That We Are High Priests, Vatican Assassin Warlocks. Boom. Print That, People. See Where That Goes.

What Is A Normal Childhood? We Weren't Rich, We Were Pretty Middle-class. My Dad Survived From Job To Job; With Him Taking Care Of So Many Relatives, He Couldn't Save Any Money.

I Am Grandiose Because I Live A Grandiose Life; What’s Wrong With That?

They Sell Pot Named After Me In The Dispensaries. And I'm Not Even A Pot Guy. I Was So Honored.