Get In the Ring

Why do you look at me when you hate me Why should I look at you when you make me hate you too I sense a smell of retribution in the air I don't even understand why the fuck you even care And I don't need your jealousy yeah Why drag me down in your misery And when you stare don't you think I feel it But I'm gonna deal it back to you in spades When I'm havin' fun ya know I can't conceal it 'Cause I know you'd never cut it in my game Oh no And when you're talkin' about a vasectomy Yeah I'll be writin' down your obituary History You got your bitches with the silicone injections Crystal meth and yeast infections Bleached blond hair, collagen lip projections Who are you to criticize my intentions Got your subtle manipulative devices Just like you I got my vices I got a thought that would be nice I'd like to crush your head tight in my vice Pain!! And that goes for all you punks in the press That want to start shit by printin' lies Instead of the things we said That means you Andy Secher at Hit Parader Circus Magazine Mick Wall at Kerrang Bob Guccione Jr. at Spin, What you pissed off cuz your dad gets more pussy than you? Fuck you Suck my fuckin' dick You be rippin' off the fuckin' kids While they be payin' their hard earned money to read about the bands They want to know about Printin' lies startin' controversy You wanta antagonize me Antagonize me motherfucker Get in the ring motherfucker And I'll kick your bitchy little ass Punk I don't like you, I just hate you I gonna kick your ass, oh yeah! oh yeah! You may not like our integrity yeah We built a world out of anarchy oh yeah! And in this corner weighin in at 850 pounds, Guns N' Roses Get in the ring Yeah! Yeah this song is dedicated to All the Guns n' fuckin' Roses fans Who stuck with us through all the Fucking shit And to all those opposed... Hmm... well