And right now, you two jackwagons are right in the middle of my living room and I'm coming to take out the trash.

I was very unique as a child, dressed a certain way, acted a certain way, didnt fit in with everybody. So I immediately got picked on, especially around the age of 12 and 13, when you start going to junior high and start mingling with the older kids. To counteract that, strictly for self-defense, I wanted to get bigger.

I have certain things that I stand for, certain things that I believe in, and if you don't like it and you tell me to go to hell, I think that's your God-given right as a fan. It's one of those deals where I'm that one guy who is outside of that realm of good guy, bad guy. I'm just me, and it elicits a response both positive and negative.

I've always taken any sort of audible response as a compliment, and I always understand it is our consumers' right and privilege to say whatever people want at our events. So as long as there's no silence, I'll keep being excited. But that stuff in the arenas is one thing. The comments on the internet - the obnoxious, visceral comments - are baffling to me. I just don't know why that's the way it is.

This Fruity Pebble that ya dealin' with, I ain't ya average jabroni. I'm like a big purple pinwheel, Rock, so go ahead and blow me.

When the day comes when you don’t believe in yourself there’s the door, get the hell out.

WHOAAAA. THERE GOES CODY RHOOOOODESSSS. WHOAAAA. YOU'RE ONLY SMOKE AND MIRRORSSSSSSS. WHOAAAA. YOU'RE ONLY SMOKE AND MIRRORSSSSSSS. What's up, man?