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 

Kill 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 kill me (repeat) 

(Puffin' on a Death 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 death 

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 kill 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 kill me 

(I'm a nicotine idiot) 

[cough]