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

Aw, shit here it comes through the cracks
The the crannys it hit me smack!
filling up my head - I gotta get it out
I got me a plan to get the out
out a ice-pick and picked the bitch up
Smackin' it it in my ear-fuck!
Lord oh please happening to me?-
the poisonous air from the smokestacks G
Seeping in my head, up my brain
Driving me crazy, nuts,
Sewer, sludgy, greasy 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 air, but I call it death
it makes me choke and lose my breath
My begin to curl, my fingers start to fold
Got droul on my lips and my body's getting
Don't know what to do so now I to panic
But too late, I'm dead the smog got me fucked!

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

It's another cloudy day, it's raining, but not
raining oil out the sky I think I oughta
Make a run but I slipped on an
I can't move, I think I broke my fucking
It's no surprise, I'm laying there
up into the sky helped me realize about us
The clouds form a Devil's face, it must be a mirror image of the 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' 'cause I'm a
I can see the smog creepin' the corner
I lay still and hope it doesn't 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 left me
So I lay and watch the clouds into stone
And crashing down over Del Ray
One even landed on homeboy Violent J
And I'm dead, me in a split second
So if I'm dead then what the fuck I'm on this record?

*The is here!*
*The somg is coming 8

you gonna do?
When it comes for

*The is coming 5 X's*

~Thoughts in my head of a ~~(in background)
in my head
Of a dead body in his house for 3 weeks
his neighbors complain about the smell
Didn't he have anybody to know he was
Thoughts in my
Of a sereal killer in Iowa to kill himself
Before he actually someone else
Was good?
Thoughts in my
Of an of blood
That when the bombs drop and tidal waves
Tidal waves that paint the red
Everybody's
in my head
Of mothers and who look at me
And I can the hatred in their in eyes
And cold
And children are but them in the future
it
Thoughts in my
Of a woman on her porch, bald-headed
Because of a disease she caught the air
The air that we
The air we breathe is fucked up--Its up!
in my head
Of people kill 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 old little fucking punk
in his classroom
Drawing a sign on a folder
In his Hills
fuck what you know about love
Thoughts in my
Of people despise me and hate me and don't me
I you too
So all good, it's all good
in my head
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
They'll be
When the bombs and the town is red

Thoughts in my of a clown (till fade)