[Skit: Insane Poetry]
Now as we exit the reality side, I have to pose a question to each and every one of you. How far are we away from the Grim Side? Listen to my reality, it is your reality. The Grim Side is just a statement through a serial killer; a fiction statement. The Reality Side, pure reality. You need to pay attention because this shit goes on, for real. This is 1992, Insane Poetry is in this motherfucker. Things ain't getting no mothеrfucking better. Everybody bеtter wake up. And uh, one more question I have to ask every one of you. How are you gonna reason with a psycho? (Psycho, psycho, psycho, psycho, psycho, psycho, psycho, psycho, psycho)