Buck 65 - Toxic Constituents lyrics

Shit

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