(Verse) 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 sellin' out Layin' down, suckin' up to the man (Chorus) 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 (Verse) All you know about me is what I've sold ya, dumb fuck I sold out long before you'd ever even heard my name I sold my soul to make a record, dip shit And then you bought one (Chorus) I've got some advice for you, little buddy Before you point the finger You should know that I'm the man If I'm the fucking man Then you're the fucking man as well So you can point that fuckin' finger up your ass (Verse) All you read and wear or see and Hear on tv is a product begging for your Fat-ass dirty dollar Shut up and (Build up) Buy, buy, buy my new record And buy, buy, buy, send more money (Climax) Fuck you, buddy Fuck you, buddy Fuck you, buddy Fuck you, buddy