[Chorus 2x]. 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--.