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

Aw, shit here it comes through the cracks
The nooks the 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?-
It's the 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 puncture on my life by up my lungs
The shit you call air, but I call it
it makes me choke and lose my breath
My toes begin to curl, my fingers start to
Got droul on my lips and my getting cold
Don't know what to do so now I start to
But it's too late, I'm the smog got me fucked!

*The is coming*
smog is coming*
*The is coming*
smog 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 can't move, I think I my fucking neck
no surprise, I'm laying there paralized
Looking up the sky helped me realize about us
The clouds a Devil's face, it must be a mirror image of the human race
And oh shit, here it comes-the deadly
I can tell by the howl of the dog
The air is calm, the streets are so
When the smog creeps out the pipes for a
Broken neck, I'm chillin' 'cause I'm a
I can see the creepin' around the corner
I lay still and it doesn't notice me
Oh shit, shit, fuck, fuck, G!
up just to see his deadly jaws
I think, I think, I I shit my draws
But its ok, the smog me alone
So I lay and watch the clouds turn stone
And come crashing over Del Ray
One even on your homeboy Violent J
And I'm dead, crushed me in a split
So if I'm dead then what the fuck I'm on this record?

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

What you do?
When it for you?

smog 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
his neighbors complain about the smell
Didn't he have to know he was dead?
Thoughts in my
Of a killer in Iowa decided to kill himself
he actually killed someone else
Was that
in my head
Of an ocean of
when the bombs drop and causes tidal waves
Tidal that paint the town red
dead
Thoughts in my
Of mothers and who look at me
And I can the hatred in their in eyes
And it's
And children are but them in the future
it
Thoughts in my
Of a sitting on her porch, bald-headed
Because of a disease she 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 year old fucking punk
Sitting in his
Drawing a gang sign on a
In his Burmingham
Well fuck you know about love
in my head
Of people me and hate me and don't know me
I you too
So it's all good, all good
Thoughts in my
Of a society that is so fucked up and so
That if somebody prays, they get made fun of and at
But it's not be funny
They'll be
When the bombs and the town is red

Thoughts in my head of a (till fade)