[Verse 1] 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 going to deal it Back to you in spades When I'm having fun ya Know I can't conceal it Because I know you'd never Cut in my game, oh no And when you're talking About a vasectomy, yeah I'll be writing 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 printing 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**ing dick You be ripping off The f**ing kids While they be paying their hard Earned money to read about The bands they Want to know about Printing lies, starting 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 going to 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[x15] Yeah [Outro] This song is dedicated To all the Guns n' f**ing roses fans Who stuck with us through All the f**ing sh** And to all those opposed Hmm well