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

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

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

It's another cloudy day, it's raining, but not
It's oil out the sky I think I oughta
Make a run but I slipped on an
I move, I think I broke my fucking neck
no surprise, I'm laying there paralized
Looking up into the sky helped me about us
The clouds form a face, it must be a mirror image of the human race
And oh shit, here it comes-the smog
I can by the howl of the stray dog
The air is calm, the streets are so
When the creeps out the pipes for a kill
Broken neck, I'm 'cause I'm a gonner
I can see the smog creepin' 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 me alone
So I lay and watch the clouds turn stone
And come crashing down Del Ray
One even landed on homeboy Violent J
And I'm dead, crushed me in a split
So if I'm dead then what the I'm doin' on this record?

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

What you do?
When it for you?

*The smog is coming 5

~Thoughts in my head of a ~~(in background)
in my head
Of a dead body laying in his house for 3
Untill his neighbors complain the smell
Didn't he have anybody to know he was
in my head
Of a sereal in Iowa decided to kill himself
he actually killed someone else
Was good?
in my head
Of an ocean of
That when the bombs and causes tidal waves
Tidal waves paint the town red
Everybody's
in my head
Of mothers and fathers who at me
And I can feel the hatred in in eyes
And cold
And children are nothing but them in the
it
Thoughts in my
Of a sitting on her porch, bald-headed
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 people wanna me
But you kill 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
Drawing a gang sign on a
In his Burmingham
Well what you know 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
Thoughts in my
Of a society that is so fucked up and so
That if somebody prays, get made fun of and laughed at
But it's not be funny
be laughing
When the drop and the town is red

Thoughts in my of a clown (till fade)