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'
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