In a store full of heath food you buy the crap
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Twenty little fixes of cancer in a pack
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With a college tuition's worth of taxes placed on 'em all
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Russian Roulette, you and the Surgeon General
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Kill the lungs and the throat and the head
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Cigarette flamin' with a loser on the other end
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Don't have a match so you use a blow torch
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It's forty below and you're smokin' on the front porch
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Don't cry to me when you're buried down beneath
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Go away and try to hide the yellow stain on your teeth
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You don't believe that it's bad for you, mac
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Well I challenge you to run a couple laps around the track
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So stuff your face with a nicotine pack
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But save a couple bucks for the day you have a heart attack
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Yo, smoke it
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Smoke Eight packs a day
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I'm a smoker, baby
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So why don't you kill me (repeat)
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(Puffin' on a Death Rod)
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Wrinkles on faces from an all-day puff out
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Toxic waste pourin' out of your mouth
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I wonder why you like to smoke and you say you like the taste
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Well, do you also like rancid meat and human waste
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Sittin' there lookin' like a human exhaust pipe
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Blow it in my face and I'll punch out your lights
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So much smoke it's like your brain is in a fog
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Listen to your voice you sound like a dyin' frog
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Gotta have a smoke with every meal, every breath
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You'll be buried with a carton when you're curled up at death
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Which'll be here sooner than you thought
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If you keep puffin', and chokin' on a filter
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Smoke And nicotine
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My throat's decaying
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So why don't you kill me (repeat)
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(Get crazy with the menthol)
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(Brain dead smoke addict)
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Yo, break it on down Smoke
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Smoke Eight packs a day
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I'm a smoker baby
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So why don't you kill me
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(I'm a nicotine idiot)
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[cough]
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Smoker
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| Sudden Death |
