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

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

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

another cloudy day, it's raining, but not water
It's raining oil out the sky I think I
Make a run but I slipped on an
I can't move, I think I broke my neck
It's no surprise, I'm laying there
Looking up into the sky helped me realize 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 by the howl 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' 'cause I'm a
I can see the creepin' around the corner
I lay still and hope it doesn't me
Oh shit, shit, fuck, fuck, G!
Looking up just to see his jaws
I think, I think, I think I shit my
But its ok, the left me alone
So I lay and watch the clouds turn stone
And come crashing over Del Ray
One even on your homeboy Violent J
And I'm dead, me in a split second
So if I'm dead what the fuck I'm doin' on this record?

smog is here!*
*The somg is coming 8

you gonna do?
When it for you?

*The smog is coming 5

~Thoughts in my of a clown ~~(in background)
in my head
Of a dead laying in his house for 3 weeks
his neighbors complain about the smell
Didn't he have to know he was dead?
in my head
Of a killer in Iowa decided to kill himself
he actually killed someone else
Was that
in my head
Of an ocean of
when the bombs drop and causes tidal waves
Tidal waves that the town red
dead
Thoughts in my
Of mothers and fathers who at me
And I can feel the hatred in in eyes
And it's
And children are nothing but in the future
it
Thoughts in my
Of a sitting on her porch, bald-headed
Because of a disease she caught the air
The air that we
The air we breathe is fucked fucked up!
Thoughts in my
Of wanna kill me
But you kill 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
Sitting in his
a gang sign on a folder
In his Burmingham
fuck what you know about love
Thoughts in my
Of despise me and hate me and don't know me
I you too
So it's all good, it's all
in my head
Of a society is so fucked up and so evil
if somebody prays, they get made fun of and laughed at
But not gonna be funny
They'll be
When the bombs drop and the is red

Thoughts in my head of a (till fade)