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*The is coming*
smog is coming*
*The is coming*
*The smog is

Aw, shit here it creeping through the cracks
The the crannys it hit me smack!
filling up my head - I gotta get it out
I got me a to get the shit out
Pulled out a and picked the bitch up
Smackin' it it in my ear-fuck!
Lord oh please what's happening to
It's the poisonous air the smokestacks G
Seeping in my head, up my brain
me crazy, nuts, insane
Sewer, sludgy, slime I'm always bucking with all the time
'cause he's my enemy number 1
Trying to puncture on my life by filling up my
The shit you call air, but I call it
'cause it makes me choke and lose my
My toes begin to curl, my fingers start to
Got droul on my lips and my body's getting
Don't know what to do so now I start to
But it's too late, I'm dead the got me fucked!

smog is coming*
*The smog is
*The smog is
*The smog is

It's another cloudy day, it's raining, but not
It's raining oil out the sky I I oughta
a run but I slipped on an oil-slick
I can't move, I think I my fucking neck
It's no surprise, I'm laying paralized
Looking up into the sky me realize about us
The clouds form a Devil's face, it must be a mirror image of the race
And oh shit, here it comes-the smog
I can tell by the howl of the dog
The air is calm, the streets are so
When the creeps out the pipes for a kill
Broken neck, I'm chillin' I'm a gonner
I can see the smog around the corner
I lay still and it doesn't notice me
Oh shit, shit, fuck, fuck, G!
Looking up just to see his jaws
I think, I think, I I shit my draws
But its ok, the smog left me
So I lay and watch the clouds into stone
And come crashing down Del Ray
One even landed on your Violent J
And I'm dead, crushed me in a second
So if I'm dead what the fuck I'm doin' on this record?

*The is here!*
*The somg is 8 X's*

What you do?
When it comes for

*The smog is coming 5

~Thoughts in my head of a ~~(in background)
in my head
Of a dead body laying in his for 3 weeks
Untill his neighbors about the smell
he have anybody to know he was dead?
Thoughts in my
Of a sereal killer in Iowa decided to himself
Before he killed someone else
Was good?
in my head
Of an ocean of
That when the bombs drop and causes waves
Tidal waves that the town red
Everybody's
Thoughts in my
Of and fathers who look at me
And I can the hatred in their in eyes
And it's
And are nothing but them in the future
it
Thoughts in my
Of a sitting on her porch, bald-headed
Because of a she caught from the air
The air we breathe
The air we breathe is up--Its fucked up!
in my head
Of wanna kill me
But you can't me
'cause if you me, I'll be back to kill you
Done it before, do it
in my head
Of a 16 year old fucking punk
Sitting in his
Drawing a gang on a folder
In his Burmingham
Well what you know about love
Thoughts in my
Of people me and hate me and don't know me
I you too
So all good, it's all good
Thoughts in my
Of a society is so fucked up and so evil
That if somebody prays, they get made fun of and at
But it's not gonna be
be laughing
When the drop and the town is red

Thoughts in my of a clown (till fade)