Buck 65 (Stinkin' Rich)

Buck 65 (Stinkin' Rich) - Toxic Constituents songtekst

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Some start smokin' for weird reasons concerning fashion

But me, I hate all of that shit with a burning passion

Cigarette, something gets my eyebrows all in a twist

Ballin' a fist, yellow fingers, can call it a diss

Cause like I don't want all of my eyeballs dried out

So head for the hideout, man ya should have never tried out

Stay home, blow that smoke up your own ass

Mow the grass, you're grossin' me out with every second breath

You're begging death, you're making me choke

I wish you'd hurry up and start takin' a stroke, I don't say it for the sake of a joke

I'd rather snack on a cactus with asbestos

It's why I prefer doin' shows out on the west coast

No smoking only, I'm the cardiovascular

Muscular masculine, spectacular, gas mask wearin'

Rap Mass who's strapped with an ash tray

But some MC's come to please with the gum disease instead

Stayin' alive for the full suit of armor maybe

But smoke and cigarettes during pregnancy can harm your baby

Bad idea, as soon as I see someone lightin' up

It puts me on edge and my stomach muscles tighten up

Please keep your cancer to yourself with your black lungs

The wack one's bum smokes from someone when they lack funds

Trust me, it feels like my throat is rusting

My lungs are busting, it's frustrating and disgusting



Smoke, smoke, smoke, smoke, smoke, smoke, smoke, smoke

Smoke, smoke, smoke, smoke, smoke, smoke, smoke, smoke

Smoke, smoke, smoke, smoke, smoke, smoke, smoke, smoke

Smoke, smoke, smoke, smoke, smoke, smoke, can you smell the smoke
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