funkier than a mosquita s tweeter

Nikka Costa

You're nothin but a dirty dirty old man
You do your thinkin with a one track mind
Keep talking 'bout heaven's glory
But on your face is a different story


Clean up your act your stories gettin dusty
Wash out your mouth your lies are gettin rusty


Can't believe nothin you say
Cause I'm around and I see what you do
You know you're funkier than a mosquita's tweeter
You got a mouth like a herd of bowl weevers
Same old thing same old game
You never change
Always rappin bout the same old thing


Blowin minds is a thing of the past
You blew your chance that's why you'll never last
You wanna be a graduated mother
But in reality you're just another brother


You think you're slick but you could stand a lot of greasin'
The things you do ain't never really pleasin'