Ah..Little Hawk?

I once moved into a small apartment building in Chicago, and soon found out about an interesting situation. One of the residents on my floor was, to put it in precise clinical terms, crazy as a junkyard dog. He would walk out in the hall at 2 or 3 AM, and yell interesting things. Part of one tirade I believe I can still quote just about exactly:
"I have the power of God in me, and I'm going to kill someone, and nobody will be able to do anything about it, because you don't mess with God".

Now I didn't mind that, because he hadn't killed anyone yet; he was just expressing himself...

(Before anyone could get anything done, some of his relatives happened to drop by to visit, and they got him committed).