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.
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