Letras: Charles Bronson. Complete Discocrappy. Second Hand Choke.

If they charged ten bucks for a pack you'd still fucking pay
Yellow teeth, empty wallet, and a stench that won't go away
How many times must you be told yer gonna die
and you can't justify it, so don't fucking try it

I can't breathe
You're bothering me
My eyes hurt
I can't fuckin' see [x2]

You look so fuckin' ugly with that thing on your lips
So take that shit elsewhere cuz I can't fuckin' stand it
Loaded up with nicotine so you can be controlled
Sorry assholes, I refuse to fit into your mold

Blow smoke at me and I'll hit you in your fucking face
I don't want your cancer and die at an early age
Blow smoke at me and I'll break your fucking face
I don't want your cancer and die at an early age

I can't breathe
You're bothering me
My eyes hurt
I can't fuckin' see [x2]