I met a boy wearing Van, 501, and a
Dope Beastie tee, nipple rings,
New tattoos that claimed that he
Was OGT, back from '92,
From the first EP.
And in between sips of Coke
He told me that he thought
We were sellin' out, Layin' down,
Suckin' up to the man.
Well now I've got some
Bad advice for you, little buddy.
Before you point your finger
You should know that
I'm the man,
I'm the man,
And you're the man, and
He's the man as well so you can
Point that fuckin' finger up your a*s.
All you know about me is what I've sold you,
Dumb f**k
I sold out long before you ever even heard my name.
I sold my soul to make a record,
Dip s**t, then you bought one.
Well, I've got some
Bad advice for you, little buddy.
Before you point your finger
You should know that I'm the man,
If I'm the fuckin' man
Then you're the fuckin' man as well
So you can point that fuckin' finger up your a*s.
All you know about me is what I've sold you,
Dumb f**k
I sold out long before you ever even heard my name.
I sold my soul to make a record,
Dip s**t, then you bought one.
All you read and
Wear or see and
Hear on TV
Is a product
Begging for your
Fatass Dirty Dollar.
So shut up and
Buy, Buy, Buy,
My new record.
Buy, Buy, Buy,
Send more money.
f**k you, buddy.
f**k you, buddy.
f**k you, buddy.
f**k you, buddy!
