- Besramno, Mefisto, zaista besramno - reče zgađeno Gospodar Raja i stade pred mene, ne skrivajući docrtane rupe od zarđalih eksera. Apostolke rupe, masna kosa preko ramena i belo haljinče. Gospodar Raja. Tužno i smešno u isti mah.
I reach my peak, I can't speak, call my nigga Chic, tell him that my will is weak. I'm sick of niggas lyin', I'm sick of bitches hawkin' matter of fact, I'm sick of talkin'.