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

Aw, shit here it creeping through the cracks
The the crannys it hit me smack!
It's filling up my head - I get it out
I got me a plan to get the out
Pulled out a ice-pick and the bitch up
Smackin' it it in my ear-fuck!
Lord oh please what's to me?-
the poisonous air from the smokestacks G
Seeping in my head, up my brain
Driving me crazy, nuts,
Sewer, sludgy, greasy slime I'm always bucking all the time
he's my motherfucking enemy number 1
Trying to on my life by filling up my lungs
The shit you air, but I call it death
'cause it makes me and lose my breath
My begin to curl, my fingers start to fold
Got droul on my and my body's getting cold
Don't know 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
smog is coming*

It's another cloudy day, raining, but not water
It's raining oil out the sky I I oughta
Make a run but I slipped on an
I can't move, I think I broke my neck
It's no surprise, I'm there paralized
Looking up into the sky me realize about us
The form 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 are so still
the smog creeps out the pipes for a kill
Broken neck, I'm chillin' 'cause I'm a
I can see the creepin' around the corner
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 left me
So I lay and watch the clouds into stone
And come down over Del Ray
One even landed on homeboy Violent J
And I'm dead, crushed me in a second
So if I'm dead then what the fuck I'm doin' on this

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

What you do?
When it for you?

*The smog is coming 5

~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
he have anybody to know he was dead?
Thoughts in my
Of a killer in Iowa decided to kill himself
he actually killed someone else
Was good?
Thoughts in my
Of an ocean of
when the bombs drop and causes tidal waves
Tidal waves that paint the red
dead
Thoughts in my
Of and fathers who look at me
And I can feel the hatred in their in
And cold
And are nothing but them in the future
it
Thoughts in my
Of a woman sitting on her porch,
Because of a disease she from the air
The air we breathe
The air we breathe is fucked fucked up!
Thoughts in my
Of people wanna me
But you can't me
'cause if you kill me, I'll be to kill you
Done it before, do it
in my head
Of a 16 year old fucking punk
Sitting in his
Drawing a sign on a folder
In his Hills
Well fuck what you know love
in my head
Of despise me and hate me and don't know me
I you too
So it's all good, all good
Thoughts in my
Of a society that is so fucked up and so
That if prays, they get made fun of and laughed at
But not gonna be funny
be laughing
When the bombs drop and the is red

in my head of a clown (till fade)