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Why do you look at me when you hate me
Why should I look at you when you make me hate you to
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
I'll be writin' down your obituary-
And when you're talkin' about a vasectomy- Yeah
History
You got your bitches with
The silicone injections
Crystal meth and yeast infections
Bleached blond hair,
Collagen lip projections
Got your subtle manipulative devices
Who are you to criticize my intentions
Just like you I got my vices
I got a thought that would be nice
And that goes for all you punks in the press
I'd like to crush your head tight in my vice- Pain !
That means you
That want to start shit by printin' lies instead of the things we said
Circus Magazine
Andy Secher at Hit Parader
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
Antagonize me motherfucker
You wanta antagonize me
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! Ohyeah!
Oh yeah!
You may not like our integrity yeah
We built a world out of anarchy
And in this corner weighing in at 850 pounds- Guns n' Roses
Get in the ring
Yeah
Who stuck with us through all the Fucking shit
Yeah this song is dedicated to
All the Guns n'fuckin' Roses fans
And to all those opposed...
Hmm...well
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