Len Cnut

getting hung up all day on smiles, walkin' down Portobello Road for miles..

Mind the cloth Trotsky, mind the cloth

aiyyo, Gucci down, Wally boot, Jamaican hat, long four pound, ask n!ggaz how i get down..

BERT:  I don't know how that rat-face can do a thing like that.

ARTHUR: Cuz she's a bitch and a whore.  She's got no heart on her, she's a swivel-eyed git.

BERT:  She's wants pole-axin'

ARTHUR:  Some people'd nark on their own mother.  We're livin' in a jungle, we are n' all. 

Chi-nese...Tai-wa-nese..

you in that dress, my thought I confess verge on dirty

Sunshine plays a major part in the daytime, peace to mankind Ghostface, carry a black 9 n!gga, word up, its like that.

she looks like John Cleese in an Indian headdress..

'Thank you very much to the person who threw this glass bottle at my head, you nearly killed me but you missed again so keep trying next week' - Iggy Pop, 1973

Please remember Victor Jara, in the Santiago Stadium, es verdad.

IF I GOT A PROBLEM A PROBLEM GOT A PROBLEM TIL ITS GONE, IM THE ONLY UNIQUE ASON!

Live a balanced depression, Consume your fate; Do what you're told to like, Don't be late; Blend your virtues and sins, Insure your rise and fall; Hang on to your future and broadcast it all.

I'll tell you this: the only performance that makes it, that really makes it, that makes it all the way, is the one that achieves madness.

it's gonna be so beautiful in those leopardskin limosines when they spread you out in white all over Harpers and Queens

Mama look a boo boo, they shout, their mother tell dem shut up your mouth, that is your daddy, oh no, my daddy can't be ugly so!

Merry Christmas cunts!  Shhhmile, we're all alive on the same planet together  

After all this time, to believe in Jesus, after all these drugs i thought i was him, after all my lyin' n cryin' n sufferin' I ain't good enough, I ain't clean enough to be him.