Hooker With A Penis
I met a boy wearing Vans, 501s, and aDope Beastie t, nipple rings, andNew tattoos that claimed that heWas OGT,From '92,The first EP.
And in betweenSips of CokeHe told me thatHe thoughtWe were sellin' out,Layin' down,Suckin' upTo the man.
Well now I've got someA-dvice for you, little buddy.Before you point the fingerYou should know thatI'm the man,
And if I'm the man,
Then you're the man, andHe's the man as well so you canPoint 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,And you bought one.
So I've got someAdvice for you, little buddy.Before you point your fingerYou should know thatI'm the man,
If I'm the fuckin' manThen you're the fuckin' man as wellSo you canPoint 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,And you bought one.
All you read andWear or see andHear on TVIs a productBegging for yourFatass dirtyDollar
So...Shut up and
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