Hey, you ain't nothin but a hooker, selling your f***ing soul 
hey, you ain't nothin but a hooker, selling your f***ing soul 

back up, they want you i swear 
you got no worries, you got no cares 
all you got is motherf***ers who will jock you 
yea, 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 your a** is out of season 
maybe you should think of cutting down drinking 
cos you look like a fat brat sinking 

i coulda helped you but you had to act out 
you dont have a f***ing clue what i'm about 

and you ain't nothin but a hooker, selling your f***ing soul 
and you ain't nothin but a hooker, selling your f***ing soul 

i saw it coming through the line like a fullback 
you're a crack slack, a f***ing rat pack 
you don't react, your not backed 
don't give a f***, yes like that 

what you gonna do now that you ain't got nothing 
look around, honey, you've been fronting 
everybody knows that you're a fraud 
and i'm making a record 

all salutations, no hesitations 
no reservations, just cancelations 
and if i blow it, then i blow it 
cos i'm a poet and i know it 

and you ain't nothin but a hooker, selling your f***ing soul 
and you ain't nothin but a hooker, selling your f***ing soul 

you wanna try me 
you know, you know, you know, you know, yeah 
you wanna try me 
you know, you know, you know, you know, yeah 
you wanna try me 
you know, you know, you know, you know, yeah 
you wanna try me