Second Hand Smoker

Steamship or a diesel train of tar and poison gas
It's comin' your way your lungs turn grey
Lookin' at me but whatcha gonna say?
There's a price to pay 'cuz I'm here to stay
So don't start thinkin' nothin'
I might not have a dime to speak of
But the man he gave me somethin'

Just move over you're a second hand smoker
I'm the real mccoy call me a first class choker
Hide your baby she might get cancer
If she plays with me she'll die much faster

Your little league champ of a kid might say
I think he's kinda cool
But you shut him up quick with a smack and a kick
Too bad for the kid that his dad's a dick
You smelled like brut when you left the house
Now your clothes are smelling like my mouth
Your anniversary could've been divine
No thanks to me yo better luck next time

Just move over you're a second hand smoker
I'm the real mccoy call me a first class choker
Hide your baby she might get cancer
If she plays with me she'll die much faster

So you don't mind can I be polite?
You know maybe it's not so bad
Suck one of these and you might find
The best friend a man ever had
So you think you might complain to the manager
You better just keep your place
Unless you'd like my loaded ashtray
Flyin' at your face bitch