Get in the Ring
by Guns N' Roses

Why do you look at me when 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 dont 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 u stare u dont think i feel it,
But I'm deal it back to you in spades,
When I'm having fun, ya know i can't conceal it,
Cause I know you never cut in my game,
Oh, no!
And when your talking about a vasectony,
I'll be writing down your obituary,
You got your b****** with the silicone injections,
Crystal Meth and Yeast Infections,
Bleached Blonde Hair,
Coloagen lip prejections,
Who are you to criticize my inventions,
Got your subtle manipulative devices,
Just like you I've got my vices,
I got a thought that would be nice,
I'd like to cross your head tight in my vise,
And that goes for all you punks in the press that want start s*** by printing lies instead of the things we said,
That means you,
Andy Secher, at Hit Parader, Circus Magazine,
Mich Wall, at Kerrang,
Bob Guccione Jr. at spin,
What you pissed off cause your dad gets more p***y than you?
F*** you,
Suck my F***ing D***,
You be ripping off the F***ing kids,
Why'll they be payin' their hard earned money to read about the bands they wanna read about,
You wanna antagonize me?
Antagonize me Mother F***er,
Get in the Ring Mother F***er,
and I'll kick your B***** little a**,
I dont like you,
I just hate you,
I just might kick your a**!
Ohh Yah!
Ohh Yah!
You may not like our intergity, Yah!
We built a world out off archy, Ohh Yah!
And in this corner, weighting in at 850 pounds,
Guns N' Roses!
Get in the Ring,
Yah, this song is dedicated to all the Guns N' F***ing Roses Fans who stuck with us through all the F***ing s*** and too all those apposed, Mhhhhhh...well,
Lyrics submitted by Clay.