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

Aw, shit here it comes creeping 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
Pulled out a and picked the bitch up
it pushin' it in my ear-fuck!
Lord oh please happening to me?-
the poisonous air from the smokestacks G
Seeping in my head, fucking up my
me crazy, nuts, insane
Sewer, sludgy, greasy slime I'm bucking with all the time
'cause he's my motherfucking number 1
Trying to puncture on my life by filling up my
The shit you air, but I call it death
'cause it makes me choke and my breath
My begin to curl, my fingers start to fold
Got droul on my lips and my body's cold
Don't know what to do so now I to panic
But it's too late, I'm dead the got me fucked!

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

It's another day, it's raining, but not water
raining oil out the sky I think I oughta
Make a run but I slipped on an
I can't move, I think I my fucking neck
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 image of the human race
And oh shit, here it 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' I'm a gonner
I can see the smog creepin' around the
I lay still and hope it notice me
Oh shit, shit, fuck, fuck, G!
Looking up 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 turn stone
And come 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 what the fuck I'm doin' 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 of a clown ~~(in background)
Thoughts in my
Of a dead body laying in his for 3 weeks
Untill his neighbors complain about the
Didn't he have to know he was dead?
Thoughts in my
Of a sereal killer in Iowa to kill himself
he actually killed someone else
Was that
in my head
Of an of blood
when the bombs drop and causes tidal waves
Tidal waves that paint the red
Everybody's
Thoughts in my
Of mothers and who look 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 on her porch, bald-headed
Because of a she caught from the air
The air that we
The air we breathe is fucked up--Its up!
Thoughts in my
Of people kill me
But you can't me
if you kill me, I'll be back to kill you
Done it before, do it
in my head
Of a 16 year old little punk
in his classroom
Drawing a gang on a folder
In his Burmingham
Well fuck what you know about
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 society that is so up and so evil
That if somebody prays, they get fun of and laughed at
But it's not be funny
be laughing
When the drop and the town is red

Thoughts in my head of a (till fade)