Let your talent speak for itself. Luckily, my talent is linguistically inclined.

Personal life? I know not the meaning. Hustle hard? My language, you're speaking.

Everytime you speak, a bull defecates.

Quiet down - listen to what the record say. 'Cause every time you speak a bull defecates.

My ears, they tire, you're speaking too much.

The English Language is but a Delilah, I am but her Samson. Despite how well she and other men may be acquainted, I am subject to loving her. As Delilah shed away the very locks of Samson's head, so the English Language cuts away my breath with her wiles. Weak I may be as she trim away my air, but strengthened I stand when return, does my hair.