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 epAnd in between
Sips of coke
He told me that
He thought
We were sellin' out
Layin' down,
Suckin' up
To the manWell now I've got some
A-dvice for you, little buddy
Before you point the finger
You should know that
I'm the manAnd if I'm the manThen 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 nameI sold my soul to make a record
Dip shit
And you bought oneSo I've got some
Advice for you, little buddy
Before you point your finger
You should know that
I'm the manIf 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 nameI sold my soul to make a record
Dip shit
And you bought oneAll you read and
Wear or see and
Hear on tv
Is a product
Begging for your
Fatass dirty
DollarSo, shut up andBuy my new record
Send more money
Fuck you, buddy
Fuck you, buddy
Fuck you, buddy
Fuck you, buddy
Songwriters
ADAM JONES, DANIEL CAREY, JUSTIN GUNNER CHANCELLOR, MAYNARD JAMES KEENANPublished by
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