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

Aw, here it comes 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
it pushin' 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 I'm always bucking with all the time
'cause he's my enemy number 1
Trying to puncture on my life by up my lungs
The shit you air, but I call it death
'cause it makes me choke and lose my
My toes begin to curl, my start to fold
Got droul on my lips and my body's cold
Don't know to do so now I start to panic
But it's too late, I'm the smog got me fucked!

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

It's another cloudy day, raining, but not water
It's raining oil out the sky I think I
a run but I slipped on an oil-slick
I can't move, I I broke my fucking neck
It's no surprise, I'm laying paralized
Looking up into the sky me realize about us
The clouds form a Devil's face, it must be a mirror image of the race
And oh shit, here it comes-the deadly
I can tell by the of the stray dog
The air is calm, the are so still
When the smog creeps out the pipes for a
Broken neck, I'm 'cause I'm a gonner
I can see the creepin' around the corner
I lay still and hope it notice me
Oh shit, shit, fuck, fuck, G!
Looking up just to see his jaws
I think, I think, I I shit my draws
But its ok, the smog me alone
So I lay and watch the clouds turn stone
And come crashing over Del Ray
One even landed on your homeboy J
And I'm dead, crushed me in a split
So if I'm dead then the fuck I'm doin' on this record?

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

What you do?
it comes for you?

*The smog is 5 X's*

~Thoughts in my of a clown ~~(in background)
in my head
Of a dead body in his house for 3 weeks
Untill his neighbors complain the smell
he have anybody to know he was dead?
Thoughts in my
Of a sereal in Iowa decided to kill himself
Before he actually killed someone
Was that
in my head
Of an of blood
That when the drop and causes tidal waves
Tidal waves paint the town red
Everybody's
Thoughts in my
Of mothers and who look 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 on her porch, bald-headed
of a disease 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 can't me
'cause if you kill me, I'll be to kill you
it before, do it again
Thougths in my
Of a 16 old little fucking punk
Sitting in his
a gang sign on a folder
In his Hills
fuck what you know about love
Thoughts in my
Of people 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 it's not gonna be
They'll be
When the bombs and the town is red

Thoughts in my head of a (till fade)