
Date of issue: 16.09.1996
Age restrictions: 18+
Song language: English
Hooker With A Penis |
I met a boy wearing Van, 501, |
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 bad advice for you, little buddy. |
Before you point the 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 fuckin' finger up your ass. |
All you know about me is what I've sold you, dumb fuck. |
I sold out long before you'd ever even heard my name. |
I sold my soul to make a record, dipshit, then you bought one. |
So I've got some bad 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'd ever even heard my name. |
I sold my soul to make a record, dipshit, then you bought one. |
All you read and wear or see and hear on TV is a product waiting 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. |