Coughin blood by the puddles, its putrid, the flem
Chokin on my own mucus, til its loose in my chest
Im losing my breath, wth every newport i Inhale
Tryin To quit, but smoking more and more as i fail
Ive even switched to cheaper cigs, all of'em suck
Cheaper the smoke, the deeper the choke, caught in my lungs
This nicotine keeps callin my bluff, physically trapped
The more i push it away, the more its rippin me back
Like hits of the crack, this shit keeps callin my name
From the time that i wake up, until im tired and drained
A spark from the bic, a zippo, or a flick of the match
And ill smoke a whole pack, whats more delicious than that?
Its nothin like the taste of a cig, after sex with a bitch..
Except for being turned down, cause your breath is like shit!
Mixed with definite piss, or your clothes smell like an ashtray
Youll never get the digits, if you go at her that way
No matter!, you pack flame, and its part of your swag..
Youll hack a whole kidney up, and smoke all of the pack
Whos harder than that? Fuck it, your wu-tangin' the butts
A two pack a day habit, that you hate, but you love
It basically sucks, filter hangin from your face and ur drunk
Cant even run away from it, to much strain on your lungs
Hate to say it -your fucked, s'why you keep callin' it quits
You could pave a freeway with all the tar in your chest
The doctor says, quit smokin, choose, dead or alive
What he don't realise, is that your ready to die
A certain red in your eyes, sayin' you aint ready today..
You walk out and spark a cig, and drop dead in your grave
-Genocide.