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 f** you even care
And I don't need your jealousy yeah
Why drag me down in your misery 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 ya know I can't conceal it
'cause I know you'd never cut 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 b**hes 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 of you punks in the press
That want to start sh** 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 'cause your dad gets more p**y than you?
f** you! s** my f**in' dick! You be rippin' off the f**in' kids
While they be payin' their hard earned money to read about the bands they want to know about
Printin' lies, startin' controversy
You want to antagonize me? antagonize me motherf**er!
Get in the ring motherf**er! and I'll kick your b**hy little a**! punk!! I don't like you, I just hate you
I'm gonna kick your a**, oh yeah! oh yeah! You may not like our integrity yeah
We built a world out of anarchy oh yeah! And in this corner, weighing in at 850 pounds; guns n' roses! Get in the ring(x16) This song is dedicated to all the guns n' f**in' roses fans
Who stuck with us through all the f**ing sh**
And to all those opposed...hmm...well...