[Chorus 2x]
And anda ain't nothin' but a hooker
Sellin' your fuckin' soul

Back up! They want you, I swear
anda got no worries, anda got no cares
All anda got is motherfuckers who will jock you
Yeah, anda got money in your pocket
And anda shoot up the ground like a rocket
anda pindah so fast, lord anda can't stop it
There anda are in the club swingin'
And I'm just standin' there, standin' there laughin'
All the things people have anda believin'
I feel sorry for your pantat, keledai is out of season
Maybe anda should think of cuttin' down drinkin'
Cause anda look like a fat tikus sinkin'
I coulda helped you, but anda had to act out
anda don't have a fuckin' clue what I'm about

[Chorus 2x]
And anda 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 anda gonna do now that anda ain't got nothin'
Look around honey, anda been frontin'
Everybody knows that you're a fraud! (And I'm making 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

[Chorus 2x]
And anda ain't nothin' but a hooker
Sellin' your fuckin' soul

[Repeat until fade]
anda wanna try me
Don't anda know--