I met a boy wearing Vans, 501s 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 advice for you, little buddy Before you point the 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 ass
All you know about me is what I´ve sold ya, dumb fuck I sold out long before you´d ever heard my name I sold my soul to make a record, dipshit And then you bought one
I´ve got some 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 ass
All you know about me is what I´ve sold ya, dumb fuck I sold out long before you´d ever heard my name I sold my soul to make a record, dipshit And then you bought one
All you read and wear or see and hear on TV Is a product begging for your fat-ass, dirty dollar Shut up and buy, buy, buy my new record And buy, buy, buy, send more money Fuck you, buddy