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I met a boy wearing Vans, 501s | And a dope Beastie tee, nipple rings, new tattoos | That claimed that he was OGT
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 Fuck you, buddy Fuck you, buddy Fuck you, buddy
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