CM Punk Quotes

I do what I do. You like it, great. You don't, go listen to somebody else. I'm stickin' with the people who stuck with me.

My favorite saying is, 'If it's too loud, turn it up.'

The whole 'bad girl' thing allows me to mess up sometimes. And I have freedom to say more of what I want to.

I like songs that make me feel tough. Like 'Back in Black.' You want to hear it again and get in a fight.

I'm a tomboy. I used to get into a lot of fights. Don't know why - self-expression, I guess.

Tell them that the Americans and Californians are not worth a cigar. They can't fight and are cowards. Tell them I have a good stronghold here with 2,000 armed men and they can't get me out of here for three years to come. Tell them also that I have plenty of money, horses, mares, sheep, etc. and tell them to come on!

You try it!

Go ahead, make my day!

At 16, I walked around knowing I'd get chased and attacked for dressing a certain way - I felt I had an undeniable right to be who I wanted to be. My father said to hit them back, but I was never much good at that. So I developed a big mouth instead of a quick right hook.

I got a rebel side in me, but I'm not mean!

I like a guy with a little edge. I mean, I played with Warren Sapp.

I come from Varanasi. Abuses, profanities and threats don't bother me. I am 6-foot-tall guy and I can take care of myself.

Guys are going to talk. We're going to respond... they aren't going to punk us. Not me. They're not going to punk Tristan Thompson.

I was just so rambunctious as a little kid. It started because I hung out with my older brothers and their friends. I always had to fight to prove I was tough.

We like to play with a chip on our shoulder.

I'm not the kind of guy you threaten.

I've always been proud to be different, I've always stood out like a sore thumb and I always have not given a damn.

Shirts are for pussies. I take my pants off!

I was born with the biggest middle finger on Earth.

You are such a chick." I widened my eyes in mock surprise. "No way. Are you sure?" Sighing again, he rubbed at the tattoos on his wrist. "Mackenzie was right. You aren't slayer material." Before he had time to register my intentions, I threw a punch. My sore, swollen knuckles slammed into his cheekbone, thrusting his head to the side. Pain shot up my arm, but I bit my tongue to stop a moan. "You were saying?" He popped his jaw, rubbed at the reddening skin-and slowly grinned. "Okay, so now I understand why Cole likes you. You're worse than Kat.

If me and King Kong went into an alley, only one of us would come out. And it wouldn't be the monkey.

And I also appreciate the fact that, hell, you can kiss my ass!

She said she wasn't afraid of Satan, in fact, she thought he was a joke. She said she'd tear his tail off and run her fist down his throat.

A middle finger is more New York than a corporate ambush. I bleed for my hometown, and I'd die for my fans.

You can huff and puff. But blow me down? I doubt it kid, or you get your ass whupped.