Hooker with a Penis
I met a boy wearing Vans, 501s,
and a dope Beastie-tee, nipple rings,
new tattoos that claimed that he
was OGT,
back in '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 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 heard my name.
I sold my soul to make a record,
dip shit,
and you bought one.

So 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 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 ever heard my name.
I sold my soul to make a record,
dip shit,
and 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 my new record,
send more money.
Fuck you, buddy.

From Aenima, 1996