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

Aw, here it comes creeping through the cracks
The nooks the it hit me smack!
It's filling up my head - I get it out
I got me a to get the shit out
Pulled out a and picked the bitch up
it pushin' it in my ear-fuck!
Lord oh please what's happening to
It's the air from the smokestacks G
Seeping in my head, fucking up my
Driving me crazy, nuts,
Sewer, sludgy, greasy slime I'm always with all the time
'cause he's my motherfucking number 1
Trying to puncture on my life by filling up my
The you call air, but I call it death
'cause it me choke and lose my breath
My toes to curl, my fingers start to fold
Got on my lips and my body's getting cold
know what to do so now I start to panic
But it's too late, I'm dead the got me fucked!

*The is coming*
*The smog is
smog is coming*
*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 broke my fucking
no surprise, I'm laying there paralized
Looking up into the sky helped me realize us
The clouds form a Devil's face, it must be a mirror image of the human
And oh shit, here it deadly smog
I can tell by the howl of the dog
The air is calm, the streets are so
When the smog creeps out the pipes for a
Broken neck, I'm 'cause I'm a gonner
I can see the smog 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 left me alone
So I lay and watch the clouds turn into
And come down over Del Ray
One even landed on your homeboy J
And I'm dead, crushed me in a second
So if I'm dead what the fuck I'm doin' on this record?

smog is here!*
*The somg is coming 8

What you do?
When it for you?

*The smog is coming 5

in my head of a clown ~~(in background)
Thoughts in my
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?
Thoughts in my
Of a killer in Iowa decided to kill himself
Before he actually someone else
Was good?
in my head
Of an of blood
That when the bombs drop and causes tidal
Tidal that paint 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 but them in the future
it
Thoughts in my
Of a sitting on her porch, bald-headed
Because of a disease she from the air
The air we breathe
The air we breathe is fucked fucked 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
in my head
Of a 16 old little fucking punk
Sitting in his
Drawing a sign on a folder
In his Burmingham
Well fuck what you about love
in my head
Of despise me and hate me and don't know me
I you too
So all good, it's all good
in my head
Of a society that is so up and so evil
That if prays, they get made fun of and laughed at
But not gonna be funny
They'll be
the bombs drop and the town is red

Thoughts in my head of a (till fade)