Hooker With A Penis Lyrics

I met a boy wearing Vans, 501s, and a
Dope Beastie t, 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.

Well now I've got some
A-dvice for you, little buddy.
Before you point your 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 f*ckin' finger up your ass.

All you know about me's what I've sold you,
Dumb f*ck.
I sold out long before you ever heard my name.

I sold my soul to make a record,
Dip shit,
And then you bought one. 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 f*ckin' man
Then you're the f*ckin' man as well
So you can
Point that f*ckin' finger up your ass.

All you know about me's what I've sold you,
Dumb f*ck.
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.

All you read and
Wear or see and
Hear on TV
Is a product
Begging for your
Fatass dirty
Dollar

Shut up and

Buy buy buy my new record
Buy Buy Buy
Send more money

f*ck you, buddy
You wanted more
You wanted more
You wanted more.

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