I met a boy wearing Vans, 501s, and a   Dope Beastie t, nipple rings, and   New tattoos that claimed that he   Was OGT,   Back in '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,      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