| Aw, shit here it comes creeping through the cracks
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| The nooks the crannys it hit me smack!
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| It’s filling up my head — I gotta get it out
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| I got me a plan to get the shit out
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| Pulled out a ice-pick and picked the bitch up
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| Smackin' it pushin' it in my ear-fuck!
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| Lord oh please what’s happening to me?-
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| It’s the poisonous air from the smokestacks G
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| Seeping in my head, fucking up my brain
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| Driving me crazy, nuts, insane
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| Sewer, sludgy, greasy slime I’m always bucking with all the time
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| Cuz he’s my motherfucking enemy number 1
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| Trying to puncture on my life by filling up my lungs
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| The shit you call air, but I call it death
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| Cuz it makes me choke and lose my breath
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| My toes begin to curl, my fingers start to fold
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| Got droul on my lips and my body’s getting cold
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| Don’t know what to do so now I start to panic
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| But it’s too late, I’m dead the smog got me fucked!
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| It’s another cloudy day, it’s raining, but not water
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| It’s raining oil out the sky I think I oughta
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| Make a run but I slipped on an oil-slick
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| I can’t move, I think I broke my fucking neck
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| It’s no surprise, I’m laying there paralized
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| Looking up into the sky helped me realize about us
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| The clouds form a Devil’s face, it must be a mirror image of the human race
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| And oh shit, here it comes-the deadly smog
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| I can tell by the howl of the stray dog
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| The air is calm, the streets are so still
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| When the smog creeps out the pipes for a kill
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| Broken neck, I’m chillin' cuz I’m a gonner
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| I can see the smog creepin' around the corner
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| I lay still and hope it doesn’t notice me
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| Oh shit, shit, fuck, fuck, shit G!
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| Looking up just to see his deadly jaws
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| I think, I think, I think I shit my draws
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| But its ok, the smog left me alone
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| So I lay and watch the clouds turn into stone
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| And come crashing down over Del Ray
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| One even landed on your homeboy Violent J
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| And I’m dead, crushed me in a split second
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| So if I’m dead then what the fuck I’m doin' on this record?
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| What you gonna do?
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| When it comes for you?
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| ~Thoughts in my head of a clown~
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| Thoughts in my head
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| Of a dead body laying in his house for 3 weeks
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| Untill his neighbors complain about the smell
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| Didn’t he have anybody to know he was dead?
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| Thoughts in my head
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| Of a sereal killer in Iowa decided to kill himself
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| Before he actually killed someone else
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| Was that good?
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| Thoughts in my head
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| Of an ocean of blood
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| That when the bombs drop and causes tidal waves
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| Tidal waves that paint the town red
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| Everybody’s dead
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| Thoughts in my head
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| Of mothers and fathers who look at me
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| And I can feel the hatred in their in eyes
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| And it’s cold
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| And children are nothing but them in the future
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| Accept it
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| Thoughts in my head
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| Of a woman sitting on her porch, bald-headed
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| Because of a disease she caught from the air
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| The air that we breathe
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| The air we breathe is fucked up--Its fucked up!
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| Thoughts in my head
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| Of people wanna kill me
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| But you can’t kill me
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| Cuz if you kill me, I’ll be back to kill you
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| Done it before, do it again
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| Thougths in my head
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| Of a 16 year old little fucking punk
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| Sitting in his classroom
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| Drawing a gang sign on a folder
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| In his Burmingham Hills
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| Well fuck what you know about love
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| Thoughts in my head
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| Of people despise me and hate me and don’t know me
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| I hate you too
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| So it’s all good, it’s all good
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| Thoughts in my head
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| Of a society that is so fucked up and so evil
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| That if somebody prays, they get made fun of and laughed at
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| But it’s not gonna be funny
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| They’ll be laughing
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| When the bombs drop and the town is red
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| Thoughts in my head of a clown |