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And you ain't nothin' but a hooker |
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Sellin' your fuckin' soul |
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Back up! They want you, I swear |
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You got no worries, you got no cares |
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All you got is motherfuckers who will jock you |
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Yeah, you got money in your pocket |
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And you shoot up the ground like a rocket |
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You move so fast, lord you can't stop it |
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There you are in the club swingin' |
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And I'm just standin' there, standin' there laughin' |
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All the things people have you believin' |
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I feel sorry for your ass is out of season |
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Maybe you should think of cuttin' down drinkin' |
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Cause you look like a fat rat sinkin' |
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I coulda helped you, but you had to act out |
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You don't have a fuckin' clue what I'm about |
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[Chorus 2x] |
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And you ain't nothin' but a hooker |
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Sellin' your fuckin' soul |
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I saw it comin' through the line like a full back |
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You're a crack slack, a fuckin' rap back (yeah) |
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Don't react, you're not fact |
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Don't give a fuck, yes, like that |
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What you gonna do now that you ain't got nothin' |
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Look around honey, you been frontin' |
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Everybody knows that you're a fraud! (And I'm making records!) |
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My salutations, no hesitations |
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No reservation, just cancellation |
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And if I blow it then I blow it |
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Cause I'm a poet and I know it |
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[Chorus 2x] |
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And you ain't nothin' but a hooker |
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Sellin' your fuckin' soul |
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[Repeat until fade] |
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You wanna try me |
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Don't you know-- |