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

Fat ass dirty
Dollar

So...Shut up and

Buy my new record
Send more money
Fuck you, buddy.

Writer : KEENAN, MAYNARD JAMES/JONES, ADAM/CAREY, DANIEL
Copyright : Lyrics © EMI Music Publishing