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