Lyrics Dennis Rodman - Adam Calhoun

It's good to be alive
If you ain't on my side
I hope you die!
Yah! Yah!

Tryna get this shit up off the ground
If you ain't helpin' move around
I hope you drown, and down a bunch of downers
And die, in the parkin' lot at McDonald's, fuck 'round here

Hit him so hard that he can't get up
Don't say sorry, now, can't patch shit up
Matter fact, asshole, tried givin' you a pass
'Cause, everyone knows, you can't back shit up

W-w-whole lotta shit talk, look at what we got, here
Everywhere I go, though, they not there
Motha'fucker's not there, touch a hair on my head
Get dead, like Hosier's whole career

'Cause, I ain't got no problem endin' yo' life, 'fore you hit old age
Fuck that battle rappin', sign that waiver, bitch, get in the cage
All I hear is chit-chattin' 'bout this and that, up on your page
But, I ain't hearin' shit after I get up in yo' fuckin' face!

Pass the heater, I ain't askin', either
Acid and ether, ask people speakin'
Pass me the beef, you are fragile
The fact, ya' feed, yo' weak ass hasn't eat
And as for me, I'm out of breath, drop the beat

Shit, fuck, man
Alright, back to shittin' on you motha'fuckers, heh-heh, ha-ha

Heard somethin' 'bout a beast, huh?
He sucks these nuts
Kill him dead, like a tree stump
Put him in the ground, like an old, ass dog
Feed him to the hogs, he ain't even worth a fuckin' coffin

Done talkin' 'bout pointless shit, the point is this
The boy's ya' bitch, avoid me, if
I see you, we cool, 'cause, we do shit
Different, I slap the dip, out yo' lip

Here I go, again, talkin' about cho's, again
Bunch'a grown ass men, actin' like hos, again
Openin' DM's, like what the fuck?
If you see me, better hop yo' ass out the truck!

Listen real close
I don't give a fuck
I told you, don't play with me
Or, I'll light yo' ass up, boy!

It's sickenin' how I keep doin' this shit, again
And, I ain't listenin' to you, 'cause you ain't good with a pen
Spittin' a ten, you fix your pretend, and I'm fixin' to end
You shittin', right now, should'a never let me in

Now, I'm never lettin' off, never goin' soft
Like a hard dick, prick, what you thought
Eminem, was the only one that could spit, bitch?

This shit ain't no joke
Storm comin', motha'fucker, get yo' rain coat