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 your finger
You should know that
I'm the man
If I'm the man
Then you're the man, and
He's the man as well so you can
Point that f**kin' finger up your ass
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 shit, then you bought one
Well, 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 f**kin' man
Then you're the f**kin' man as well
So you can point that f**kin' finger up your ass
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 shit, 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!