And you ain't nothin' but a hooker
Sellin' your [bad word]  soul
And you ain't nothin' but a hooker
Sellin' your [bad word]  soul

Back up! They want you, I swear
You got no-worries, you got no-cares
All you got is [bad word] 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 [bad word] is out of season
Maybe you should think of cuttin' down drinkin'
'Cause you look like a fat rat sinkin'
I could helped you, but you had to act out
You don't have a [bad word]  clue what I'm about

And you ain't nothin' but a hooker
Sellin' your [bad word]  soul
And you ain't nothin' but a hooker
Sellin' your [bad word]  soul

I saw [bad word]  through the line like a full back
You're a crack slack, a [bad word]  rap back (yeah)
Don't react, you're not fact
Don't give a [bad word]  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

You ain't nothin' but a hooker
Sellin' your [bad word]  soul
And you ain't nothin' but a hooker
Sellin' your [bad word]  soul

You wanna try me
Don't you know?