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 selling out
Laying down, sucking 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
I'm the man, you're the man, and he's the man as well
So you can point that fucking finger up your ass
All you know about me is what I've sold ya, dumbfuck
I sold out long before you ever even heard my name
I sold my soul to make a record, dipshit
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 fucking man, you're the fucking man as well
So you can point that fucking finger up your ass
All you know about me is what I've sold ya, dumbfuck
I sold out long before you ever even heard my name
I sold my soul to make a record, dipshit
Then you bought one
All you read and wear or see and hear on TV is a product
Begging for your fatass dirty dollar
Shut up and
Buy, buy, buy my new record
Buy, buy, buy, send more money
Fuck you, buddy
Fuck you, buddy
Fuck you, buddy
Fuck you, buddy
