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

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

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

It's another cloudy day, it's raining, but not
It's raining oil out the sky I think I
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 the sky helped me realize about us
The clouds form a Devil's face, it must be a mirror of the human race
And oh shit, it comes-the deadly smog
I can tell by the of the stray dog
The air is calm, the streets are so
When the smog creeps out the pipes for a
Broken neck, I'm chillin' I'm a gonner
I can see the creepin' around the corner
I lay and hope it doesn't notice me
Oh shit, shit, fuck, fuck, G!
Looking up just to see his jaws
I think, I think, I think I my draws
But its ok, the smog me alone
So I lay and the clouds turn into stone
And come crashing down Del Ray
One even on your homeboy Violent J
And I'm dead, crushed me in a split
So if I'm dead then what the fuck I'm doin' on record?

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

What you do?
When it for you?

smog is coming 5 X's*

~Thoughts in my head of a ~~(in background)
Thoughts in my
Of a dead laying in his house for 3 weeks
Untill his complain 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 actually killed someone
Was that
Thoughts in my
Of an ocean of
That when the bombs drop and tidal waves
Tidal waves paint the town red
Everybody's
Thoughts in my
Of and fathers who look at me
And I can feel the in their in eyes
And cold
And children are nothing but in the future
it
Thoughts in my
Of a woman on her porch, bald-headed
of a disease she caught from the air
The air that we
The air we breathe is up--Its fucked up!
Thoughts in my
Of wanna kill me
But you can't me
'cause if you kill me, I'll be back to you
Done it before, do it
Thougths in my
Of a 16 year old little punk
in his classroom
Drawing a sign on a folder
In his Hills
Well fuck what you know about
in my head
Of despise me and hate me and don't know me
I you too
So it's all good, all good
Thoughts in my
Of a society is so fucked up and so evil
if somebody prays, they get made fun of and laughed at
But it's not gonna be
be laughing
When the bombs and the town is red

in my head of a clown (till fade)