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I met a boy wearing Vans, 501's
And a dope Beastie tee, nipple rings, new tattoos
That claimed that he was OGT
After '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 you
Dumb fuck
I sold out long before you ever even 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 you
Dumb fuck
I sold out long before you ever even 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 fatass dirty dollar

Shut up and

Buy, buy, buy, my new record
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Send more money
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