Letra de Hooker With a Penis de Tool

I,
met a boy,
wearing Vans,
501s,
and a dope,
beastie-tee,
nipple rings,
new tattoos,
that claimed tha 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 advice 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 aaaaaaaaaaass!

All you know about me is what I've sold you,
Dumb f*ck.
I sold out long before you ever even heard my name.
I sold my soul to make a record,
Dip shit,
and then you bought ooone.
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 aaaaaaaaaaaaaass!

consume,
be fruitful,
and multiply

All you know about me is what I've sold you,
Dumb f*ck.
I sold out long before you ever even heard my name.
I sold my soul to make a record,
Dip shit,
and then you bought oooooooooooone!

All you
read and
Wear or
see and
Hear on
TV
Is a
product
Begging
for your
Fatass
dirty
Dollar.
So ... Shut up and
Buy, my
Buy, myyy
new record
Buy, my
Buy,
Send more money
(Fuuuuuck you, buddy! 4x)