Get In The Ring lyrics

Why do you look at me
When you hate me
Why should I look at you
When you make me
Hate ya 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 (jealousy) yeah
Why drag me down in your misery
Oh yeah

And when you stare
Ya 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
Whoa 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
'Cause 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 wanna 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'm gonna kick your ass
Oh yeah, Oh yeah!
Owwww!

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]

Yeah this song
Is dedicated to all the
Guns N' fuckin' Roses
Fans that stuck with us
Through all the fucking shit
And to all those opposed...
Hmm... well