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

Aw, shit it comes creeping through the cracks
The the crannys it hit me smack!
filling up my head - I gotta get it out
I got me a to get the shit out
Pulled out a ice-pick and picked the up
Smackin' it it in my ear-fuck!
Lord oh please 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 slime I'm bucking with all the time
he's my motherfucking enemy number 1
Trying to on my life by filling up my lungs
The shit you call air, but I it death
it makes me choke and lose my breath
My toes begin to curl, my fingers to fold
Got droul on my lips and my body's getting
Don't know what to do so now I to panic
But it's too late, I'm 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 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 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 by the howl of the stray dog
The air is calm, the streets are so
the smog creeps out the pipes for a kill
Broken neck, I'm chillin' 'cause I'm a
I can see the smog creepin' 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 left me alone
So I lay and watch the clouds turn into
And come down over Del Ray
One even landed on your Violent J
And I'm dead, crushed me in a split
So if I'm dead then what the fuck I'm doin' on record?

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

What you do?
When it comes for

smog is coming 5 X's*

~Thoughts in my of a clown ~~(in background)
in my head
Of a dead laying in his house for 3 weeks
Untill his neighbors about the smell
Didn't he anybody to know he was dead?
in my head
Of a killer in Iowa decided to kill himself
Before he actually killed someone
Was that
Thoughts in my
Of an of blood
That the bombs drop and causes tidal waves
Tidal waves paint the town red
dead
Thoughts in my
Of mothers and fathers who at me
And I can feel the hatred in their in
And it's
And children are nothing but them in the
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!
in my head
Of people wanna me
But you kill me
if you kill me, I'll be back to kill you
Done it before, do it
Thougths in my
Of a 16 year old little fucking
Sitting in his
Drawing a gang sign on a
In his Burmingham
Well fuck you know about love
Thoughts in my
Of people despise me and me and don't know me
I you too
So it's all good, it's all
in my head
Of a society that is so up and so evil
if somebody prays, they get made fun of and laughed at
But not gonna be funny
be laughing
When the bombs and the town is red

in my head of a clown (till fade)