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    "No, you ain't getting none, bitch. This shit costs money. Oh, hey.
    Hey, kiddies. How are you like the ride thus far?" "Blah."
    "Excellent. This next one is about that shit that comes out of the
    sewers and pipes and chokes your neck. It's called the Smog.
    Ahahahaha!"


    The smog is coming...


    Aw shit, here it comes, creeping through the cracks
    The nooks, the crannies, hittin' smack
    It's filling up my head, I gotta get it out
    I got me a plan to get the shit out
    Pulled out an ice pick to pick the bitch up
    Smackin it, pushin it in my ear, fuck
    Lord, oh please, what's happenin' to me?
    It's the poisonous air from the smoke stacks, G
    Seaping in my head, fuckin' up my brain
    Driving me crazy, nuts, insane
    Sewer slut, G, greasy slime
    I'm always bucking with father time
    Cuz he's my motherfucking enemy number one
    Try to potcher up my life by fillin up my lungs
    The shit you call air, but I call it death
    Cuz it makes me choke and lose my breath
    My toes begin to curl, my fingers start to fold
    Got drool on my lips and my body's gettin' cold
    Don't know what to do, so now I start to panic
    But it's too late, I'm dead, the smog got me, fuck it
    The smog is coming...


    Another cloudy, it's raining, but not water
    It's raining oil out the sky, I think I outta
    Make a run but I slipped on an oil slick
    I can't move, I think I broke my fuckin' neck
    It's no surprise, I'm laying there paralyzed
    Looking up into the sky helped me realize
    About us, the clouds form a devil's face
    It must be a mirror image of the human race
    Oh shit, here it comes, the deadly smog
    I can tell by the howl of the stray dog
    The air is calm, the streets are so still
    When the smog creeps out the pipes for a kill
    Broken neck, I'm chilling cuz I'm a goner
    I can see the smog creepin around the corner
    I lay still and hope it doesn't notice me
    Oh shit shit, fuck fuck, shit, G
    Looking up, just to see it's deadly jaws
    I think I, I think I, I think I shit my drawers
    But it's okay, the smog left me alone
    So I lay and watch the clouds turn into stone
    They come crashing down over Del Ray
    One even landed on your homeboy Violent J
    And I'm dead, crushed me in a split second
    So if I'm dead, what the fuck am I doing on this record?


    The smog is here
    The smog is coming...


    Thoughts in my head (of a clown)...


    Thoughts in my head
    A dead body laying in his house
    For three weeks
    Until his neighbors
    Complain about the smell
    Didn't he have anybody
    To know he was dead
    A serial killer
    Decided to kill himself
    Before he actually killed someone else
    Was that good?


    Thoughts in my head
    An ocean of blood
    And with the bombs dropping
    It causes tidal waves
    Tidal waves that paint the town red
    Red
    Everybody's dead


    Thoughts in my head
    Of mothers and fathers
    Look at me
    And I can feel the hatred in their eyes
    And it's cold
    Their children
    Are nothing but them in the future
    Except it


    Thoughts in my head
    When sitting on her porch
    Bald headed
    From a disease she fought from the air
    The air that we breathe
    The air we breathe is fucked up
    It's fucked up


    Thoughts in my head
    All people wanna kill me
    But you can't kill me
    Cuz if you kill me
    I'll be back to kill you
    I will do it again


    Thoughts in my head
    A sixteen year-old little fuckin punk
    Sitting in his classroom
    Drawing a gang sign on a folder
    He lives in Birmingham Hills
    What the fuck do you know about love?


    Thoughts in my head
    People despise me and hate me
    And they don't know me
    I hate you too
    So it's all good
    It's all good


    Thoughts in my head
    This society
    That is so fucked up
    That is so evil
    That if somebody prays
    They get made fun of
    They get laughed at
    But it's not gonna be funny
    They won't be laughing
    When the bombs drop
    And the town is red



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