| And you ain't nothin' but a hooker | |
| Sellin' your fuckin' soul | |
| Back up! They want you, I swear | |
| You got no worries, you got no cares | |
| All you got is motherfuckers who will jock you | |
| Yeah, you got money in your pocket | |
| And you shoot up the ground like a rocket | |
| You move so fast, lord you can't stop it | |
| There you are in the club swingin' | |
| And I'm just standin' there, standin' there laughin' | |
| All the things people have you believin' | |
| I feel sorry for your ass is out of season | |
| Maybe you should think of cuttin' down drinkin' | |
| Cause you look like a fat rat sinkin' | |
| I coulda helped you, but you had to act out | |
| You don't have a fuckin' clue what I'm about | |
| [Chorus 2x] | |
| And you ain't nothin' but a hooker | |
| Sellin' your fuckin' soul | |
| I saw it comin' through the line like a full back | |
| You're a crack slack, a fuckin' rap back (yeah) | |
| Don't react, you're not fact | |
| Don't give a fuck, yes, like that | |
| What you gonna do now that you ain't got nothin' | |
| Look around honey, you been frontin' | |
| Everybody knows that you're a fraud! (And I'm making records!) | |
| My salutations, no hesitations | |
| No reservation, just cancellation | |
| And if I blow it then I blow it | |
| Cause I'm a poet and I know it | |
| [Chorus 2x] | |
| And you ain't nothin' but a hooker | |
| Sellin' your fuckin' soul | |
| [Repeat until fade] | |
| You wanna try me | |
| Don't you know-- |