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Say No Tobacco


I know when you smoke a cig,

You’ll lose all your friends real quick.

I know your peers think it’s cool,

But you’ll probably just stink up the school.

You’ll be Mr. Gross Mouth.

You’ll have yellow fingers and yellow teeth.

And trust me, all your clothes will reek.

You’ll have black lungs,

You’ll be so slow,

Your coaches will wonder,

How you sunk so low.

Girls won’t wanna date ya,

They won’t wanna hold your hand.

And girl, if you’re smoking a pack a day,

How’ll you ever find a man?

Kids, you’ll blow all your money,

On tobacco galore.

Once your hooked,

Your throat will be so sore.

You’ll go from 100 to 0 real quick.

If you pick up a pack of cigs,

You’ll be eating rat poison and chemicals.

Isn’t that a nasty trick?

Does smoking sound so cool now that you’ll be broke, sick, and slow?

You’ll be ingesting rocket fuel, insecticides,

Do you get my flow?

Smoking ain’t cool,

Neither is vape, spit or dip.

So stay away and say no,

If you wanna be hip.

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