Why do you look at me when you hate me
Why should I look at you when you make me hate you to
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 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 b****** 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 s*** 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 p***** off cuz your dad gets more p**** than you?
f*** you
Suck my f*****' d***
You be rippin' off the f*****' 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 m***********
Get in the ring m***********
And I'll kick your b****y little a**
PUNK
I don't like you, I just hate you
I gonna kick your a**,
Oh yeah! Ohyeah!
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
Yeah
Yeah this song is dedicated to
All the Guns n'f*****' Roses fans
Who stuck with us through all the f****** s***
And to all those opposed...
Hmm...well
Why should I look at you when you make me hate you to
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 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 b****** 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 s*** 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 p***** off cuz your dad gets more p**** than you?
f*** you
Suck my f*****' d***
You be rippin' off the f*****' 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 m***********
Get in the ring m***********
And I'll kick your b****y little a**
PUNK
I don't like you, I just hate you
I gonna kick your a**,
Oh yeah! Ohyeah!
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
Yeah
Yeah this song is dedicated to
All the Guns n'f*****' Roses fans
Who stuck with us through all the f****** s***
And to all those opposed...
Hmm...well