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

Aw, shit it comes creeping through the cracks
The nooks the it hit me smack!
filling up my head - I gotta get it out
I got me a plan to get the 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
in my head, fucking up my brain
Driving me crazy, nuts,
Sewer, sludgy, greasy slime I'm always bucking with all the
'cause he's my enemy number 1
Trying to on my life by filling up my lungs
The shit you call air, but I call it
'cause it me choke and lose my breath
My toes begin to curl, my start to fold
Got droul on my lips and my body's getting
Don't know what to do so now I start to
But too late, I'm dead the smog got me fucked!

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

It's another cloudy day, it's raining, but not
It's oil out the sky I think I oughta
Make a run but I slipped on an
I move, I think I broke my fucking 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, here it comes-the smog
I can tell by the of the stray dog
The air is calm, the are so still
When the smog out the pipes for a kill
Broken neck, I'm chillin' I'm a gonner
I can see the smog creepin' the corner
I lay and hope it doesn't notice me
Oh shit, shit, fuck, fuck, G!
up just to see his deadly jaws
I think, I think, I think I my draws
But its ok, the smog me alone
So I lay and watch the clouds into stone
And come crashing over Del Ray
One even landed on your homeboy J
And I'm dead, crushed me in a split
So if I'm dead then what the fuck I'm doin' on record?

smog is here!*
*The somg is coming 8

What you do?
it comes for you?

*The smog is coming 5

~Thoughts in my of a clown ~~(in background)
Thoughts in my
Of a body 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 sereal killer in decided to kill himself
Before he actually killed someone
Was good?
Thoughts in my
Of an ocean of
That when the bombs drop and tidal waves
waves that paint the town red
Everybody's
in my head
Of mothers and who look at me
And I can feel the hatred in their in
And it's
And children are nothing but them in the
it
Thoughts in my
Of a woman sitting on her porch,
Because of a disease she caught the air
The air we breathe
The air we breathe is up--Its fucked up!
Thoughts in my
Of people wanna me
But you kill me
if you kill me, I'll be back to kill you
Done it before, do it
Thougths in my
Of a 16 year old little punk
in his classroom
Drawing a gang on a folder
In his Burmingham
Well fuck you know about love
in my head
Of people despise me and hate me and know me
I you too
So all good, it's all good
in my head
Of a that is so fucked up and so evil
That if somebody prays, they get fun of and laughed at
But it's not gonna be
be laughing
When the bombs drop and the is red

Thoughts in my head of a (till fade)