Different Kind of Prostitute

I used to think that labels were pimps
But then the ship starts to sink, when the [bad word] starts to stink
And they went limp

I learned some new tricks, learned some new tricks
Churned out music, super produced it

Now I'm footloose fancy free, providence don't dance for me
Can't you see I sell fantasy, that's what bonds my fans to me
They laugh at the insanity thanks to me, but if I don't sell tickets I'm cancelling

The other entertainers are incompetent, they want to sound hard like consonants
But its all false confidence, the audience is dominant
Now its obvious I'm autonomous, I can smoke weed reading The Economist
My father is the one who taught me all of this, I told you I'm a different kind of bah [bad word] 
I'm at your service, you seem nervous
Relax you deserve it
Here's a melody to lubricate your tear ducts
You're about to be ear [bad word] 
It should be simple really, its not rocket science
I am the product, you are the clients
You are the housewife I am the appliance
You're so demanding, so I'm suppliant

I'm good at it, became an addict
Making music, making money, making magic
It doesn't have to be tragic
It takes practice, now its automatic

Hardcore (hardcore), twenty-seven hours do you want more?
Its gonna be a long war
You're done for, [bad word] with the wrong [bad word] I'm a different kind of prostitute