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

Aw, shit here it comes creeping the cracks
The the crannys it hit me smack!
It's filling up my - I gotta get it out
I got me a to get the shit out
out a ice-pick and picked the bitch up
Smackin' it it in my ear-fuck!
Lord oh what's happening 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 with all the
'cause he's my 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 to curl, my fingers start to fold
Got droul on my lips and my body's getting
Don't know to do so now I start to panic
But it's too late, I'm dead the got me fucked!

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

It's another day, it's raining, but not water
It's raining oil out the sky I I oughta
Make a run but I slipped on an
I move, I think I broke my fucking neck
It's no surprise, I'm laying there
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 deadly smog
I can tell by the howl of the dog
The air is calm, the streets are so
When the smog 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 still and hope it doesn't me
Oh shit, shit, fuck, fuck, G!
up just to see his deadly jaws
I think, I think, I think I shit my
But its ok, the left me alone
So I lay and watch the turn into stone
And crashing down over Del Ray
One even on your homeboy Violent J
And I'm dead, crushed me in a second
So if I'm dead then the fuck I'm doin' on this record?

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

you gonna do?
When it comes for

*The smog is 5 X's*

~Thoughts in my 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 anybody to know he was dead?
Thoughts in my
Of a killer in Iowa decided to kill himself
Before he actually killed else
Was that
in my head
Of an ocean of
That when the bombs drop and causes tidal
Tidal waves that the town red
Everybody's
Thoughts in my
Of mothers and fathers who at me
And I can feel the hatred in in eyes
And cold
And children are nothing but in the future
it
Thoughts in my
Of a woman on her porch, bald-headed
Because of a disease she from the air
The air that we
The air we is fucked up--Its fucked up!
Thoughts in my
Of people kill me
But you kill me
'cause if you me, I'll be back to kill you
it before, do it again
Thougths in my
Of a 16 year old little fucking
in his classroom
Drawing a gang sign on a
In his Burmingham
Well fuck what you know about
Thoughts in my
Of people despise me and hate me and don't me
I you too
So all good, it's all good
in my head
Of a that is so fucked up and so evil
That if prays, they get made fun of and laughed at
But it's not be funny
They'll be
When the bombs and the town is red

Thoughts in my of a clown (till fade)