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'm gonna kick your ass,  Oh yeah! Oh yeah!    You may not like our integrity yeah  We'll build 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