A census taker once tried to test me. I ate his liver with some fava beans and a nice chianti.
The dream don't come no closer by itself. We gotta run after it now.
If you can't see the angles no more, you're in trouble.
Favor gonna kill you faster than a bullet.
- He hissed at you. What did he say?
- He said, "I can smell your cunt."
- I see. I myself cannot.
Have the lambs stopped screaming?