Sudden d**h - Smoker lyrics

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