I met a boy wearing Vans, 501s, and a
Dope Beastie t, nipple rings, and
New tattoos that claimed that he
Was OGT,
From ´92,
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
A-dvice for you, little buddy.
Before you point the finger
You should know that
I´m the man,

And if I´m the man,

Then 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 you,
Dumb fuck.
I sold out long before you ever heard my name.

I sold my soul to make a record,
Dip shit,
And you bought one.

So 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 you,
Dumb fuck.
I sold out long before you ever heard my name.

I sold my soul to make a record,
Dip shit,
And 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 my new record
Send more money
Fuck you, buddy.