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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 Letras de canciones 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 From Letras Mania