Pink
(To get to this song, it has to be on your CD. If it is, then you go to number 13, and fast foward it until the minutes of the song reads 3:28
Extra track
(Chorus)
You aint nothin' but a hooker
sellin' your fuckin' soul
And you aint nothin' buy a hooker
sellin' your fuckin' soul
Back up, they want you I sware
you got no worries
you got no cares
all you got is motherfuckers who will drop you
Yeah, you got money in your pocket
can you shoot off 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 those things people have you believe in
I feel sorry for your asses I'da seen them
maybe you should think of cuttin' down drinkin'
cuz you look like a fat rat sinkin'
I coudl've helped you but you had to act out
YOU DON"T HAVE A FUCKIN' CLUE WHAT I'M ABOUT!
chorus
I saw it comin' through the line like a fullback
your a crack slack
I'll fuckin rap at ya
don't react
your not backed
don't give a fuck, yeah it's like that
whatcha gonna do now that you ain't got nothin'
look around, honey you been frontin'
everybody knows that YOUR A FRAUD
and I'm makin record
no salutations, no hesitations, no reservations, just cancelations
and if i'll flow it, then i'll flow it
CUZ IM APOET AND I KNOW IT!