Hooker With A Penis

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 selling 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 ya, dumb fuck

I sold out long before you'd ever heard my name

I sold my soul to make a record, dipshit

And then you bought one

I've got some bad 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 ya, dumb fuck

I sold out long before you'd ever 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 fat-ass, dirty dollar

Shut up and buy, buy, buy my new record

And buy, buy, buy, send more money

Fuck you, buddy

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