Can't think of a better way to define poetic justice. Can I hold grudges, mind saying: "Let it go, fuck this." Heart's saying: "I will once I bury this motherfucker alive. Hide the shovel and then drive off in the sunset. "

Since you're so in love with all the bitches in your city, I figured that the best place you could be buried alive is right here.

Look who's back, back again.

No apologies, naah suckers, I'm not sorry. No apologies, y'all feelin' the force of me. No remorse for me, like there was no recourse for me. I can spit in ya face while your standin' across from me.

It looks like the road to hell, but it feels like the road to heaven. Freedom, my freedom. May not be what you want from me, just the way it's got to be. Lose the face now, I've got to live.

Don't turn around, I'm sick and I'm tired of your face. Don't make this worse, you've already gone and got me mad. It's too bad, I'm not sad. It's just one of those things you'll have to get over it.

Desejo-te o melhor. Mesmo sabendo que nunca o terás.

Criticam-se uns aos outros, mas estão quase todos ao mesmo nível.

O Homem que abre sempre a boca para contradizer todos é aquele que, mais cedo ou mais tarde, se revela o mais pequeno de todos.