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 your jealousy, yeah
Why drag me down in your misery, oh yeah!

And when you stare you don't think I feel it
But I'm gonna deal it back to you in spades
When I'm havin' fun, you 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 you subtle manipulative devices
Just like you I got my vices
I got a thought that would be nice
I'd like to crash your head tight in my vice... pain!

That goes for you punks in the press
That wanna star shit by printin' lies intead of the things we said
That means you Andy Secher at Hit Parader Circus Magazine
Mick Wall at Kerrang, Bob Guccione Junior at Spin
What, you pissed off cuz your dad gets more pussy than you?
Fuck you! Suck my fuckin' dick!
You be rippin' of the fuckin' kids
While they're payin' thier hard earned money
To read about the bands they wanna know about
Printin' lies, startin' controversy
You wanna antagonize me? Antagonize me motherfucker!
Get in the ring motherfucker an I'll kick your bitchy little ass
Punk!

I don't like you, I just hate you
I'm gonna kick your ass, oh yeah, oh yeah!
You may not like out integrity, yeah
We build a worldout of anarchy, oh yeah!

And in this corner weighin' 850 pounds - Guns N' Roses!

Get in the ring

This song is dedicated to all the Guns N' fuckin' Roses fans
Who stuck with us through all the fuckin' shit

And to all those opposed...
Hm... well...