Second Hand Smoker - Moistboyz

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