Lyrics:

I met a boy wearing Van, 501, and a
New dope Beastie t, nipple ring,
New tattoos that claimed that he
Was OTG,
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
Great 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 heard my name.
I sold my soul to make a record,
Dip shit, man,
you bought one.
Well, I've got some
Great 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, man,
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 Buy Buy
my new record
Buy Buy Buy
Send more money
Fuck you, buddy
Fuck you, buddy
Fuck you, buddy
Fuck you, buddy!