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

Aw, shit it comes creeping 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
Pulled out a ice-pick and picked the 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, slime I'm always 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 toes begin to curl, my fingers start to
Got droul on my lips and my getting cold
Don't know what to do so now I start to
But too late, I'm dead the smog got me fucked!

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

It's 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 move, I think I broke 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, it comes-the deadly 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' 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 to see his deadly jaws
I think, I think, I think I shit my
But its ok, the smog left me
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, me in a split second
So if I'm dead what the fuck I'm doin' on this record?

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

What you do?
When it comes for

*The smog is 5 X's*

in my head of a clown ~~(in background)
Thoughts in my
Of a dead laying in his house for 3 weeks
Untill his neighbors complain the smell
Didn't he have anybody to he was dead?
in my head
Of a sereal killer in Iowa decided to himself
Before he actually someone else
Was that
in my head
Of an of blood
That when the bombs and causes tidal waves
Tidal waves paint the town red
dead
Thoughts in my
Of mothers and fathers who at me
And I can feel the hatred in their in
And it's
And children are but them in the future
it
Thoughts in my
Of a woman sitting on her porch,
Because of a she caught from the air
The air we breathe
The air we breathe is up--Its fucked up!
Thoughts in my
Of wanna kill me
But you kill me
'cause if you kill me, I'll be to kill you
Done it before, do it
Thougths in my
Of a 16 year old little punk
Sitting in his
Drawing a gang sign on a
In his Burmingham
fuck what you know about love
Thoughts in my
Of people despise me and me and don't know me
I you too
So it's all good, it's all
Thoughts in my
Of a that is so fucked up and so evil
That if somebody prays, get made fun of and laughed at
But it's not gonna be
be laughing
When the drop and the town is red

Thoughts in my head of a (till fade)