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 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 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 sercher 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 you bitchy little ass. Punk. I don't like you I just hate you. I'm 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 weighing 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