Y'know what, Catspaw? I think you got me confused with somebody else. Maybe yer brother? I don't know. Anyway, I am startin' to feel sorry for you, buddy, cos yer right outta touch with reality. So get help. If you are still ravin' like this after I get elected, I am gonna have to send the boys in white suits insteada Homeland Security, and put you in a padded room somewhere fer yer own good.

Rap - Oh, and I suppose you think Bill Clinton and George Bush don't smoke Cuban cigars whenever they feel like it? Hmmm? All the big boys at the top smoke Cubans. You don't impress me with yer phony righteous act, mister. Ya know who the laws are really for? I'll tell ya. The laws are for the millions of poor saps in the middle and lower classes who go out and vote and think they have any real say in what happens. That's who the laws are for...they're for the powerless! But when ya get to the heady halls of power and start hobnobbin' with the Obamas, Bushes, Clintons, Kennedys, Rockefellers, and them wealthy types you find out exactly where the law stops. It stops where the penthouses and Connecticut mansions begin. Yessiree. That's how it works. What really burns yer buns, Rap, is this...yer never gonna move in them circles. But I am. I know how. I got what it takes. Too bad fer you, sucker.

- Chongo