Funkier Than A Mosquito's Tweeter - Nikka Costa

You’re nothing 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 story’s gettin dusty

Wash out your mouth, your lies are getting rusty

Can’t believe nothin you say

'Cause I’m around and I see what you do You know you’re funkier than a mosquito’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

Blowing minds is a thing of the past

You blew your chance, that’s why you’ll never last

You wanna be a graduated lover

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'