And you ain't nothin' but a hooker Sellin' your fuckin' soul 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 And you ain't nothin' but a hooker Sellin' your fuckin' soul 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 makin' 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 fuckin' soul And you ain't nothin' but a hooker Sellin' your fuckin' soul You wanna try me Don't you know? You wanna try me Don't you know? You wanna try me Don't you know? You wanna try me Don't you know? © EMI BLACKWOOD MUSIC INC.; PINK INSIDE PUBLISHING; HOW ABOUT A BUNCH OF TROUBLE MUSIC; Bu döküman AkorMerkezi.com'da yayınlanmıştır. http://www.akormerkezi.com