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

Aw, shit here it comes 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
it pushin' it in my ear-fuck!
Lord oh what's happening to me?-
It's the air from the smokestacks G
in my head, fucking 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
to puncture on my life by filling 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 on my lips and my body's getting cold
Don't know what to do so now I to panic
But it's too late, I'm the smog got me fucked!

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

It's another cloudy day, it's raining, but not
It's raining oil out the sky I think I
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 form a Devil's face, it must be a mirror image of the human
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 creeps out the pipes for a kill
neck, I'm chillin' 'cause I'm a gonner
I can see the smog creepin' the corner
I lay and hope it doesn't notice 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 smog me alone
So I lay and the clouds 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 what the I'm doin' on this record?

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

What you do?
When it for you?

*The is coming 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 complain about the smell
Didn't he have anybody to know he was
in my head
Of a sereal in Iowa decided to kill himself
Before he killed someone else
Was that
in my head
Of an of blood
That when the bombs drop and causes waves
Tidal that paint the town red
Everybody's
in my head
Of mothers and fathers who at me
And I can the hatred in their in eyes
And cold
And are nothing 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 that we
The air we is fucked 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 year old little fucking
Sitting in his
Drawing a sign on a folder
In his Hills
fuck what you know about love
Thoughts in my
Of people despise me and me and don't know me
I you too
So all good, it's all good
in my head
Of a society that is so fucked up and so
That if somebody prays, they get fun of and laughed at
But it's not be funny
be laughing
When the bombs and the town is red

Thoughts in my of a clown (till fade)