R: You ain't nothing but a hooker

Selling your fucking soul, yeah

You ain't nothing but a hooker

Selling your fucking soul

1. Back up they want you I swear

You got no worries, you got no cares

All you got is motherfuckers who will drop you

Yeah you got money in your pocket and

You shoot off the ground like a rocket

You move so fast

Lord you can't stop it

There you are in the club swinging

And I'm just standing there

Standing there laughing

All the things people have you believing

I feel sorry for you

Ass is out of season

Maybe you should think

About cutting down drinking

'Cos you look like a fat brat sinkin'

I coulda helped you but you had to act out

You ain't got a fucking clue what I'm about, yeah

R: You ain't nothing but a hooker...

2. I saw it coming through the line like a fullback

You're a crack slag

I'll fucking rat pack you

Don't react

Don't give a fuck

Yeah it's like that

What you gonna do now you ain't got nothing

Look around honey you've been fronting

Everybody knows that you're a fraud

And I'm making records

A salutation, no hesistation

No reservation, just cancellation

And if I flow it then I blow it

'Cos I'm a poet and I know it

R: You ain't nothing but a hooker...

You wanna try me

Girl you know

If you wanna try me

Girl you know

If you wanna try me

Girl you know

If you wanna try me