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

Aw, shit it comes creeping through the cracks
The the crannys it hit me smack!
It's filling up my - I gotta get it out
I got me a to get the shit out
Pulled out a ice-pick and the bitch up
it pushin' 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
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 life by up my lungs
The shit you call air, but I it death
it makes me choke and lose my breath
My toes begin to curl, my start to fold
Got on my lips and my body's getting cold
Don't what to do so now I start to panic
But too late, I'm dead the smog got me fucked!

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

another cloudy day, it's raining, but not water
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 there
Looking up into the sky helped me realize us
The clouds a Devil's face, it must be a mirror image of the human 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 smog creeps out the for a kill
neck, I'm chillin' 'cause I'm a gonner
I can see the smog around the corner
I lay still and hope it doesn't me
Oh shit, shit, fuck, fuck, G!
Looking up just to see his deadly
I think, I think, I I shit my draws
But its ok, the smog left me
So I lay and the clouds turn into stone
And come crashing down Del Ray
One even landed on your Violent J
And I'm dead, crushed me in a split
So if I'm dead then what the fuck I'm on this record?

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

What you do?
it comes for you?

*The smog is 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
Didn't he anybody to know he was dead?
Thoughts in my
Of a sereal killer in Iowa decided to kill
he actually 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 mothers and fathers who at me
And I can the hatred in their in eyes
And cold
And children are nothing but in the future
it
Thoughts in my
Of a woman sitting on her porch,
of a disease she caught from the air
The air that we
The air we is fucked up--Its fucked up!
in my head
Of people wanna me
But you can't 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 sign on a
In his Burmingham
fuck what you know about love
Thoughts in my
Of people despise me and hate me and know me
I you too
So it's all good, it's all
in my head
Of a society that is so fucked up and so
That if somebody prays, get made fun of and laughed at
But not gonna be funny
be laughing
When the bombs drop and the is red

Thoughts in my of a clown (till fade)