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*The smog is
*The is coming*
smog is coming*
*The 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 to get the shit out
Pulled out a and picked the bitch up
Smackin' it it in my ear-fuck!
Lord oh please what's happening to
It's the poisonous air the smokestacks G
Seeping in my head, fucking up my
me crazy, nuts, insane
Sewer, sludgy, greasy I'm always bucking with all the time
'cause my motherfucking enemy number 1
Trying to on my life by filling up my lungs
The shit you call air, but I call it
'cause it makes me and lose my breath
My toes begin to curl, my start to fold
Got droul on my and my body's getting cold
Don't know what to do so now I start to
But too late, I'm dead the smog got me fucked!

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

It's another cloudy day, it's raining, but not
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 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
the smog creeps out the pipes for a kill
Broken neck, I'm chillin' 'cause I'm a
I can see the smog creepin' around the
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 the clouds turn into stone
And come crashing down Del Ray
One even landed on homeboy Violent J
And I'm dead, me in a split second
So if I'm dead then what the I'm doin' on this record?

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

you gonna do?
When it for you?

smog is coming 5 X's*

~Thoughts in my head of a ~~(in background)
in my head
Of a dead body laying in his house for 3
his neighbors complain about the smell
Didn't he have anybody to know he was
Thoughts in my
Of a sereal killer in Iowa to kill himself
Before he actually killed else
Was that
Thoughts in my
Of an ocean of
That when the bombs drop and tidal waves
Tidal that paint the town red
dead
Thoughts in my
Of and fathers who look at me
And I can feel the in their in eyes
And it's
And are nothing but them in the future
it
Thoughts in my
Of a sitting on her porch, bald-headed
Because of a disease she caught the air
The air that we
The air we breathe is fucked 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 year old little punk
Sitting in his
a gang sign on a folder
In his Burmingham
Well fuck what you know love
in my head
Of people despise me and hate me and know me
I you too
So all good, it's all good
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 not gonna be funny
be laughing
When the drop and the town is red

in my head of a clown (till fade)